It’s writing time!
Attention, attention; all Team Narnia members: WE CAN DO THIS! PUT YOUR WRITING CAPS ON AND LET THE WORDS FLOURISH! That’s an order. Kind of.
USED ALL PROMPTS. STOP. CWWC IS VERY AWESOME. STOP. AND SO ARE YOU. STOP. THANK YOU AND GOOD DAY. STOP. MWAHAHAHA. STOP. THAT WAS JUST TO SOLIDIFY MY WEIRDNESS. STOP. AND TO PRACTICE MY EVIL LAUGH. STOP.
Cassie Mahoney had her back to him, her mind immersed somewhere else. Was she thinking of him? No, probably not. Cassie had not yet subsided to the expensive gifts and professionally arranged flowers that he had been sending her for a couple months now.
He had thought that she would have wanted a shoulder to lean on, someone to support her morally, but above all, financially. Cassie was clever, beautiful, daring, and unfortunately, hard to get. Even after the death of her father and her mother being sent to a nursing home, Cassie had not seemed to have needed any type of help. She had simply moved into a small, but well-lit loft and started to sell her paintings, in addition to working the night shift at a small café downtown.
The place was rather untidy – as was she, but in a charming way. Her black wool sweater slipped off her shoulders, her hands were splattered with paint, and her blondish hair was gathered loosely on top of her head. She reached up with a steady arm and continued applying paint to the canvas.
He waited a few moments before clearing his throat nervously, “Hi, Cassie.”
She turned. “Hello,” she said casually.
“I saw this cake in a window on my way here. Thought I might bring it to you.”
The girl glanced at the pink frosted cake, embellished with the words ‘you’re so pretty’. She smiled delicately, and for a moment he felt his heart pump with victory. “Although I know perfectly well that you set out to buy it purposely and you came here to deliver it, I appreciate that you bought it for me. I might give it to the soup kitchen, seeing as I don’t need it, but thank you.”
He smiled. “Want to go uptown with me? Take a little stroll?”
She smiled back. The look in her eyes told him exactly what was about to happen. She would dimple, let out a girlish giggle, and accept graciously. Just as girls were supposed to. She would finally accept to be his companion to show off.
Except she didn’t. “No, thank you. I’m not interested,” she said firmly. And to his utter bewilderment, she placed the cake back in his arms. “You’re not even a hundredth of what my father was. He would never have let you walk through this doorstep. You would not have been up to his standards, and because of that, I do not want you in my life. You don’t have even a small percentage of his kind heart and clever mind.”
She gestured towards the door. “Please exit through the gift shop”.
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