Chapter 17: The debate

“Because I—” Autumn was stumped. She tried to figure out why she had quit. Something had happened. What made her do it? Why had she stormed off? Now that she was actually thinking about it, she couldn’t come up with a reason.

Had Steve said something? Well, yeah, he had. But all he’d done was not be surprised and impressed by her writing the last few days. That was all. And why should he be impressed? He thought she was a Writer with a capital W. He thought she wrote all day, every day. Like tending bar was something she did to give her hands a break. He must have expected her to be writing every day.

That was the impression she’d given.

And when he’d fallen for it, she’d freaked out.

She quit because he wasn’t impressed with her writing? No.

She’d quit because he wasn’t impressed with her. Period.

Autumn turned back to the bartender. “Am I pretty?” She asked.

He gave her a funny look, not having been privy to her mental train. “What?”