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Graciela was writing in her small red notebook, which she usually did not bring out in public like this, or at least, in front of people. Her notebooks were organized by size and shape, something she had not realized until she had towers of them in her office and she'd noticed their themes. Black were for dark and depressing thoughts, ideas, blue was for sad, but epiphany bringing scenes, and so on, emotions correlating with their shade of the rainbow. Her little red notebook was one she kept locked up in her desk, hidden from view for--forever! She was sure Alex had never been aware of this book. It had not been written in much when she was with Alex, she wondered why...

Graciela's pencil (she had tried writing with a quill early on, but that was for school work, not her work) pressed hard into the paper as her eyes scanned what she'd written in the past hour or so. Her newest venture was taking a turn from her two previous books. In light of the war ending, Graciela felt like she needed to create a story of happier, more positive productions. She would not call it a romantic tale, but unlike her first two novels, there was a central couple, and they---hm. Graciela tapped her pencil, wondering how she had not noticed that the scene of Maria and Antonio's first night together (together, together) had ended up nearly...ten pages long?

...and her handwriting was rather small. Oh.

Graciela flushed deeply and shut the book with a snap, watching Edward pick up his manuscript again. She should really put this notebook away. There was a reason it was locked up in her desk. As she clutched the book to her chest, Graciela kept her gaze on Edward. She was really unable to look at him, really, but grew flustered as he might notice her staring. How could she have written such...detail with her boyfriend sitting right beside her on the couch? Graciela had never written in this red notebook in front of Alex, but she had not thought twice about continuing what she was doing with Edward. She let out a breath.

"Would you like to read what I have?" she said, opening the book to the first page of the scene. Graciela did not know why she wanted him to read it, but the idea that she had actually had no problem writing it in front of him had to mean something, yes? He was her publisher, after all.