[To his first question, Clara eagerly nods. She also bites at her lip to try and hide a smile that only really gets plastered on her face when she thinks or talks about Jane.]
Met Bronte too, of course. But Jane was special. Played the best practical jokes and was a fantastic kisser.
[She misses Jane, actually, with no means to pop back in time to visit her. Her finger trails along the spine of the book before she glances back up his way. Opening up to people is hard for her, but she views Frank as a friend now. Telling him about her travels and the things dear to her heart feels natural.]
What about you? If you could travel to see your favorite writer, who would it be?
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Met Bronte too, of course. But Jane was special. Played the best practical jokes and was a fantastic kisser.
[She misses Jane, actually, with no means to pop back in time to visit her. Her finger trails along the spine of the book before she glances back up his way. Opening up to people is hard for her, but she views Frank as a friend now. Telling him about her travels and the things dear to her heart feels natural.]
What about you? If you could travel to see your favorite writer, who would it be?