I quickly take off my headphones and press save, but I can’t minimize the document quickly enough before she’s already spotted it. She lowers the papers she’s holding in her hand and frowns. “What are you doing?” “Oh, nothing. Just scribbling,” I say, shrugging it off as I give her a sweet smile. She raises her brow. “You were writing those books again, weren’t you? Don’t lie.” I roll my eyes. “Fine, yes, I was.” She shakes her head and sighs, and I can just feel the disappoint dripping off her. “You know you can’t build a career on that.” “It’s just a hobby,” I say. “You know as well as I do how much you love those stories.” She points at my computer as if it’s some kind of bad voodoo. “Yeah … so? I can enjoy something. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
