The Writer's Love Affair

Episode 23: Wells Language

Episode 23: Wells Language

"You look stunning," he said and she couldn't help but smile at the familiar face.

What were the odds that her boyfriend's best mate and her unknowingly attended the same event?

"What are you doing here?" She whispered as the announcer began to talk.

James looked between the two of them suspiciously but didn't say a word. Just shifted his focus to the front, though his ears were still open to their conversation.

"I'm here upon invitation," she quirked an eyebrow at him questionably. Noah returned a cheeky smile. "The last time I checked, I am a writer, aren't I?"

She flushed.

"Right."

Naturally, she could appreciate how handsome he looked in a formal grey blazer over a white t-shirt, accompanied by a matching dress pants and shiny shoes.

His hair was slickly styled and he looked exceptional to say the least.

The age range for the people here was predominantly over forty so it came as a relief for her to see some eye candy (not in the totally unacceptable manner of course).

Just like how one could appreciate the beautiful glow of the sunset, she could say Noah was a package of a man.

"I'm just taken aback, that's all. Christopher never mentioned you were coming."

"That begrudging friend of mine chooses to omit things out of his own benefit. Get used to it. Or better yet, keep it in mind when dealing with him."

Huh, was all she thought, not quite knowing what to do with that piece of information.

The pitch of the hostess' tone raised, spanning Leslie's attention to the front. She couldn't help but wonder if the woman had laser vision to see that a whole lot of them weren't paying attention like they were supposed to be.

With a sheepish smile, she gave her the undivided attention she craved.

This was probably the highlight of her entire year.

Sure would be a shame to ruin it for her.

"Thank you for coming, everyone! As I was saying before, these events are like a gem to writers so be sure to take away something while being here. Let's start off the well-anticipated competition with a lovely young man by the name of Steven Hearthstone."

The young man with the glasses practically dashed onto the stage and stole the mic from her.

So much for being lovely, Leslie judged.

He was most positively a nervous wreck, at least from her outlook.

But his work wasn't as bad as his delivery.

It was actually good.

"And that's how I shall conclude my piece by saying that some things in life aren't meant to be no matter how hard you try for it. You'll have the tendency to blame every person on the planet but fail to realize that everything happens for a reason. Give it some time and you'll realize that better things are in store for you. The path you want to choose may seem filled with gold, but it's the humblest one of flowers that bring the greatest joys."

They all clapped at his speech and he finally wiped at his perspiring forehead.

Leslie dreaded to be as shaken up as he was.

She looked around when Noah tugged at her sleeve.

"I heard you're presenting a piece."

She nodded. "Yeah, I was kind of nominated for it by the publishing company."