Bella saw his eyes light up when she complimented him. “He is too adorable,” she thought. Her mind was fucking with her again. “Anytime, really. You deserve to know how how good your writing is. I’m glad you found your passion. I do like reading, but it’s not my passion. It’s just a pastime. My passion is… Um, I’m still searching for it. I’ve done a little bit of writing, but I threw it all away. It’s terrible. I love to write though, but it’s not my calling.” Bella thought for a moment. What was her passion?
“Really? I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” said Isabella, being shy as always. She had never been invited to go anywhere with anyone before. Leo took out a box of Lick’O’Rish spiders. She watched as one crawled around the table. “You’re a writer? That’s wicked!” He took out his notebook and offered it to her. “You don’t mind me reading them?” She accepted the notebook, handling it delicately. She read every single entry in there. Being an extremely fast reader, it didn’t take her very long. She looked at Leo intently. “Leo, these are absolutely fantastic.” He began to interject, but she held up her hand. “Do not try to deny it. You are an incredibly gifted writer, and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.” She grinned at him. “I mean it.”
“It wouldn’t be a bother. I go all the time anyway, and it’d be nice to have company,” Leo replied with a nod of his head. He popped the spider into his mouth as she began reading, curious as to whether or not she liked his writing. He didn’t often show people his writing; most people didn’t really want to read it, anyway. But as she began speaking again, his eyes lit up in surprise. “Really?..Thank you, Bella. That means a lot…Writing’s my passion.” He said, taking the notebook back, shrinking it, and sliding it into his pocket. “You really like reading though, right? Do you do any writing yourself?”