"Jesus, you ever heard of a flashdrive?" I groaned as I sort through Sally's manuscript papers on her desk. Sally had moved to another desk on the west second slicking away at some typewriter, adjusting her reading glasses, she glanced at me. "Or a computer, perhaps?"
"I like the feel of a typewriter, it's a distraction-free alternative." Sally leaned back on her swivel chair.
"And ancient."
"You're the one using a flip phone." Sally pointed out.
I rolled my eyes and picked up a bulky manuscript. "Anyway, what's with the cheesy romance bullshit anyway? I could hurl by just reading the titles, hey look at this one: Love, Latte and other Lies, and ooh,Kiss Me in the Rain, and whoa, Charming the Cheerleader?"
I chuckled.
"Ah, Love, Latte and other lies got me a New York Times bestseller. That's my baby." Sally mused.
"Uh huh, and I guess you're a hit among housewives and clueless teenage girls." I replied, and sipped from a cup of coffee.
