Dreamlike Dialogues #1

-Hey, are you…? (o.O’)

- (…)

- (:o)) May I have your autograph?

- I don’t give autographs

- Any scratch of the pen will do, really…

- (Grin) What’s that? A diary?

- Yep

- How old are you?

- (…) What does it matter?

- You may be the oldest teenager in the world…

- I’m twenty eight

- I was right…

- (Chuckles)

- I’ll make a deal with you

- (…)

- What you want is something of mine in here, right? (yes) For the memento, right? (yes) I’ll take it with me, and give it back to you tomorrow. How’s that?

- (…) How will I get it back? Aren’t you… Busy and famous and stuff?

- Are you worried I’m gonna read it?

- (Shrug) I’m not embarrassed of what I am. You wanna read it, it’s your problem.

- You only say that because there’s nothing about me here.

- (;o)) No, there isn’t. But that’s not the only diary I’ve kept.

- (Chuckles)

- How do I get it back?

- Write your number there. I’ll call you tomorrow.

- (Heart somersaults) Tomorrow when?

- When I wake up

- When will that be?

- I don’t know. Can you trust?

- Ok, ok… I trust. (Scribbles)