A smile could be clearly seen on Carren's face. The smile did not seem to fade from the face.
Several times she felt annoyed with herself by what had happened, even though she had been replied to the message from Jasver a few minutes ago
{Ahem, looks like you are having a great time today}
Carla's voice suddenly sounded quite loud in her ears. Carren just blushed and was still imagining the text message Jasver gave. Don't forget Carren also fantasized about the reason Jasver gave the message to her.
"Do you think Jasver likes me?" Carren whispered to Carla, who she was sure must be listening to her.
{I don't know, I don't know which man you mean? Unless you meet him and I can see it from here}
"Do you think so? But isn't it odd for an editor who handles a lot of books to tell me details about such small things?" whispered Carren, who was trying to be critical.
For a moment, Carla tried to think carefully about Carren's words, only because she had no experience with the type of work Carren said. Of course, she ended up telling Carla 'Maybe'.
The ambiguous words that came out of Carla's mouth were as if the girl understood and understood the meaning of what Carren said earlier.
She forgot that Carla was not a real human like herself, but she was just a character created by Carren herself.
{So what do you think is the most probable reason according to your point of view?}
A question that seemed to trap Carren herself, more precisely, Carren didn't realize that Carla was trying to dig up information from what was in Carren's mind.
"I think there's something about me that attracted him to me, so he naturally drew closer to me," Carren said with that thought.
Carla, who was listening to this, just nodded her head. She was starting to quite understand where Carren's conversation was going at this point.
{If that's the case, it might be because of your work? He doesn't recognize your face, does he? So most likely, your novel is a face that he can see}
Carren, who previously didn't think about it, is now starting to feel happy with Carla's critical thinking. Wouldn't it be wrong if she started talking about things like that to Carla?
The only proof is that the girl can think critically, so she doesn't judge him wrongly.
That's what Carren can now conclude when she hears the answer from Carla that satisfies her.
Carla's answer made the most sense to her.
"Well, if you think the reason is my novel, then I have to publish it more often so that he becomes curious about my novel and I become close to him, right? What do you think?" Carren softly asked Carren from her point of view.
A nod of the head that Carren could not see Carla did instead.
It seemed the girl had forgotten that Carren couldn't see her.
"Carla, are you still listening to me?" asked Carren, who felt that there was no answer from Carren at all.
{Ah, yes, of course, I heard you, I forgot that you couldn't see me, earlier I replied to you with just my head}
Carla's chuckle sounded loud in Carren's ears.
Not long after that, Carren laughed along with Carla. This time she was quite happy because in the end, she was not only stuck on her laptop, but she was able to chat with Carla.
{Ah, Carren, can I get a clue as to what is the continuation of my storyline in your novel?}
A question where Carren jumped slightly in surprise.
"If you want to know the story, then it won't be interesting for you. Don't you want to feel your heart pounding from falling in love? Don't worry, I've thought carefully about a good plot for you, and also the whole novel," said Carren, fully self-confident.
Carla thought for a moment about Carren's words that bothered her. Honestly, she agreed with all of Carren's words earlier. If Carren, as the novelist said
the storyline to her, didn't that mean she wouldn't be curious about how it would turn out to be what Carren actually prepared for her?
After thinking for a long time, then Carla agreed with what Carren said and told Carren that she would just follow the flow and wait for it quietly.
A smile could be seen from Carren's perfectly lifted lips.
{You're not resting?}
A question that is now asked by Carla to Carren.
"I don't know. I'm not that sleepy yet, but I'm not in the mood to write either, since I finished it the previous time, so what should I do?"
A question that was actually asked by Carren to Carla.
{What if you get out of this apartment of yours? You've been in here for a long time, haven't you? So you better get out of here? Aren't you tired of being cooped up here and just spending your time with your laptop?}
"Do you think that would be any better?"
Carla gave a low hum to Carren.
Without thinking too much, Carren immediately changed her clothes and intended to buy food or something out of her apartment.
Carla, who was not in the same world as Carren, actually seemed to be cheering with her little squeak, which was faintly heard by Carren.
The girl was pleased at a time like this. At least she could feel what it was like to be a real human.
Pretty interesting, isn't it? She wanted to make sure whether what was in the novel matched what happened in the real world, or maybe the other way around, and what was in the novel was a mere fabrication.
{'Sounds like it would be fun'}
In less than 10 minutes, Carren has changed her clothes and stepped out of her apartment with a happy heart.
All this time, she had almost languished in her apartment without being able to see the sun shining during the day, or maybe at night where the stars and the moon were.
Then what time is it when Carren comes out of her apartment?
08.00 PM is the time when she came out right from her apartment.
.
.
"Finally, I can breathe the night air," Carren said quietly.
{Ah, it turns out that the night outside your apartment is quite beautiful, not much different from your description in the novel}
"Is that so? Did I not misrepresent the description?" Carren asked Carla while pretending to be on the phone with someone.
Don't worry. Carren is still able to handle simple things like that. Of course, she doesn't want to be considered insane talking to herself, right?
{Hum, you didn't describe it wrong}
A smile Carren gave as she stepped her foot towards a cafe she wanted to go to.
'I hope he's there.'
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