“And Paul is a writer,” Sean said somewhat proudly.
“Yeah, what do you write?”
Of course, I’m not one of those who like to boast but for pretty girls ten years younger than me I can always make an exception.
“Yeah, have you read or heard of Anderson’s Quest?”
“I have, are you the author?”
“Indeed, I am.”
“No way, and are you rich now?”
I briefly thought about trying to explain that it wasn’t about the money for me. But about the joy of writing, that it was a release and a form of self-expression. After, a few drinks though, I decide it’s better just to go with the flow.
“Not yet, it was big in Ireland but not much outside. Hopefully, next time.”
It was then that I noticed how she was glancing at Sean. Not that I blamed her. He was well built, muscular but not overly so, with a square jaw. And he was charming too.
It was just that I wished a woman would look at me like that. It had been years since I had last been with a woman and it was something that I wished to explore further.
Then Ronan began to speak and my focus switched back to the present.
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