"You look like Natasha Lyonne and Chiaki Kuriyama had a forbidden love child.", were the first words I heard out of her mouth.
What? I took a mental pause and adjusted myself.
"You're awake?" I said as I had no viable answer to the previous comment on my looks.
She let go of the back of my shirt and laid back relaxed in her chair.
"Yeah, how could I stay asleep when I sense a beautiful woman?", she said which had me completely flabbergasted.
She's a flirtatious one.
I sat down next to her and extended a hand.
"Can I see your manuscript?" I asked.
She tensed as she glanced at the manilla envelope tucked in her hoodie.
"It's a bit personal. And... it's not ready yet." She said shyly - her previous boldness gone.
"You're camping out here to show a publisher your super personal unfinished manuscript? Come on, I'm an editor. Reading unfinished work is my job."
She hesitantly handed me the envelope and tensed further as I opened it, pulling the stack of papers out to read. Scanning the story, I realized this was quite a sad story. It was about two spirits spilt from each other in their youth, who grow up in different bodies. They meet and leave and meet again, never being able to become one again. The two soulmates eventually stay together, and give birth to a daughter who carries two pieces of their spirits with them. And when they pass, they pass the torch of life to her. The ability to read other emotions and make the world a better place. She goes on to change the world.
"But it stops before the climax? Where's the rest?" I wondered out loud.
"It's not finished... and I can't do it. If I can get a deal with this as proof of what I can do, I'll write some YA novel with a love triangle and live the rest of my days on an island with my royalties."
"How do you expect them to give you a deal if you can't finish your manuscript?"
She winced as a metaphorical arrow went through her.
"And you've got many spelling errors. And where is your indenting? Also it's a very toxic trait to think just because you're good at something that you can beg for it and they'll give it to you." I said.
A thousand imaginary arrows stuck out of her in multiple directions.
"You know... the truth really hurts." She coughed out.
I smiled at her and she softly grabbed my shirt again.
"I know it's toxic. But sometimes it gets to a point where it seems force is all you have left. The only other option is going home."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Nothing it's just.... Well you wouldn't understand."
"What do you mean?"
"It's nothing! Hey thank you for reading my manuscript, I'll take everything you said into account." She said and let go of my shirt once more.
I desperately wanted her to keep holding on. Something about her impacted me. My gut feeling told me not to leave her here.
"If you want me to see if I can get them to look at your manuscript, I will." I blurted out and her jaw dropped.
She jumped up and spun around, looking akin to one of those inflatable noodle guys you see outside of car lots.
"You think you can get them to read it?!"
"I can try." I said.
She stopped jumping, held her foot in one place and spun around to meet me at eye level.
"Then I'll believe in you. In fact, I'll even let you in on a secret. There's a reason this is my only manuscript I have to submit. The rest of my work is much too valuable for this place. I write stories of the best pairing potential with the sweetest of headcanons."
Her sudden passion took me off guard and I had a hard time jumping from each sentence to the next. She is a bit hard to take in.
"In fact, I'll even tell you more. You've already read my manuscript and peeled back my onion layers so I'll be blunt - I write smut. The kinkiest weirdest non-handholding smut you'll ever experience. If they exist, I make em fuck."
My face went bright red as I went back in my seat. My brain has taken too much. If she keeps going, my entire perception of reality will be lost.
"You... write smut?" I said.
She nodded proudly.
I stood up and went over to the receptionist at the counter who was pretending like she had not witnessed anything. I placed my hand on the counter and she glanced up slightly from her magazine.
"Can you tell Jerry to please read her manuscript. I'm not asking him to sign her. Just ask him to read it."
She sighed and put her magazine down.
"I will, just tell her to leave the manuscript here and go home. She needs some actual sleep."
I turned around and went up to Guinevere.
"I'm gonna get them to read it. Let them keep the manuscript overnight. You go home and get some sleep. And give me your number."
Her eyes sparkled and she dug her phone out of her middle hoodie pocket and input my number I gave her. Then I took hers down as well.
"So why did you want my number?" She asked.
"I'm your new editor. I'll help support you because that story was very good. You put a lot of emotion in your work. Also, you desperately need my services if you're that opposed to using auto correct."
She blushed and grabbed my hand.
"Okay, Darling! I'm gonna call you darling if that's okay! And you can call me Queen as I'll be the leader of this new venture."
I laughed at her unique honesty.
"Sure." I said.
"Then come on! Let's go!" She said and grabbed my hand as we left the office. As the doors opened and then sun shined down upon her face, I was convinced I had met an angel. Sure, a very horny sleep deprived angel. Yet, an angel nonetheless. Her eyes shone a deep rich blue and when she pulled the hood down from her hoodie, I realized just how much hair was stored in that thing as it went everywhere. I almost told her. I almost said I fell in love at first sight of her. But my almost confession was then interrupted by a retching noise as we reached the outside sidewalk.
Queen was puking her insides out onto the main road and I rushed to pull her hair back behind her.
"I forgot... I don't do the 3D world very well."
"How did you even get here then? Where is your car?" I asked.
She threw up again.
"Don't have one. I took an Uber and 4 melatonin so I wouldn't gag. But that... has long worn off."
"One moment I'll get a bag." I said and went over to my car and pulled out a plastic shopping bag I keep just in case I need to throw trash away. I ran over to her and put it under her face, then guided her to get in the back seat of my van. Buckling her in, I got into the drivers seat and started up the car.
"What's your address? I'll GPS it and get you home."
She told me in between huffs for air and I stepped on the gas and started driving.
And so that is how I met her on that day. Asleep and when awake, passionate. Yet also so afraid of the outside world, it made her sick.
She was my new friend and the woman I knew I wanted. But I was a bit clueless then. So I kept my feelings a secret.
—— RE:ACT OVER ——
Queen : so I wrote about us... but it's in my POV. i can't do yours so i improvised.
Darling : That's okay, the story stays fresh in my head. I actually just went through everything in my head yesterday. You were pretty bold.
Queen : i was? haha all i remember is vomiting the whole way home in your car
Darling : Well I saw things from a different perspective.
Queen : ooooo tell me your side!
Darling : Another time, I will. There are still some things I need to do before I can be candid with those details.