Gigi Hamilton sat in the far back of the fast food restaurant, out of the way of the main lunch crowd. She had her laptop open in front of her and a thick binder full of written on paper along with a pen lying next to it.
She'd been here since early morning, buying breakfast, then coffee... lots of coffee. Then, no more then ten minutes ago she'd bought lunch.
She really didn't like writing in a public place, but her apartment was being fumigated for something or another, she wasn't clear on just what exactly. She really hadn't been listening when the landlord had told her to stay away for four hours at least, just grabbed her stuff and left. So, here she sat, ready to rip out her hair as she went over what copied from her hand-written notes to her computer one more time.
It had all made perfect sense when she'd told her publisher she wanted to try something different with her writing. For five years now she'd written young adult stories. Her last four books had been a series which took place in Egypt, about a young girl, her younger brother, along with her three friends, and their action-packed time travel adventures into ancient Egypt. All of them had become best sellers, but when she'd tried to come up with a book number six, it was as if her mojo was gone. So, six months ago she'd turned twenty-five she decided it was time to turn over a new leaf. It was time to write something different, something more mature. So, two weeks ago she'd sat down with her publisher to discuss the changes she wanted to make in her writing.
"So, you want to write mushy romance instead of action-packed teen stories, is that what you're telling me? Are you having a mid-life crisis early or something?" Tina, her publisher had asked.
"No, I'm not having a crisis, Tina. I'm just burned out on my teen series I suppose and thought I'd take a break and try something different," Gigi informed her, without admitting to her writer's block. "I'll write it under a different pseudonym so that it won't interfere with what I've already written."
"Alright, if that's really what you want to do. Take the time to write this one book and we'll see how it goes over with the public," Tina had reluctantly agreed. "If the public doesn't care for it, you go back to what you know."
"Fine, if it's a flop I'll go back to what I write best," Gigi had huffed in agreement, even though she had worried whether she would be able to go back.
So, here she was, trying to write said book and nothing was going as planned. And it was all because she couldn't figure out a name for her male protagonist and it was driving her crazy.
"Ugh! Stupid alien, why won't you tell me your name and save me this headache?" Gigi all but growled, her face buried in her hands as she tugged at her hair.
Gigi's head came up out of her hands to stare at the man who was now standing next to her table.
The man had a tray of food in his hand and a puzzled look on his handsome face. His head of unruly black hair looked as if he'd been running his hands through it all morning. His beautiful blue eyes held a question as they stared at her from behind thick black framed glasses as he continued to stand there.
Gigi soon realized he had been speaking to her when he'd said, "excuse me" because he continued to wait for an answer. So, feeling her face heat she said, "Sorry, I didn't mean you. I was talking about the alien."
"The alien?" The man questioned as he began to look around the room. He then turned back to face her, flashing a grin as he informed her, "The only alien I know of is Superman and I wouldn't think you would have to ask him for his name even if he was in the building."
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Superman Say What? (Super Hero Shorts #3)Fanfiction
Just a short romantic story about Superman. Gigi Hamilton usually writes young adult action stories, but deciding to branch out into romance, she starts a story about an alien king looking for his true love. What happens when she meets her very own...