Makoto, the so called self proclaim writer sat in a cafe drinking coffee.
He felt irritated and angry since he was forced to come to this cafe and meet someone he never met before.
Sitting in front of him was the critically acclaimed artist who was quitely observing him intrigued by his childish attitude as she sipped her coffee once every few minutes.
"So you are now my partner."
She saids while the corner of her lips rose and her hands glasping together as she continued to observed him
He breathed an exhuasted sigh then answered
"I guess so."
"Tell me why you had the main character became the very thing he hated from the start, why you made his parents so paththic, and tell me why you were called self proclaimed by your friend."
He answered her looking offended
"Because I desire for that to be and what you mean self proclaim I am the best writer so do not call me self proclaim."
"you say that and yet all your works are a flop."
"you think I can not do it then."
"No...."
Shizuka cleared her throat and was about to answer when
"Enough if you do not believe me then I shall prove to you I can do this and then I will make you beg for forgiveness."
Makoto stood up abrutly and walked away from where he sat Shizuka watched as the retreating figure of Makoto gets smaller and distant.
Shizuka gently held the handle of her tea cup and brought the tip of the cup to her lips.
She sipped her tea quietly then gently brought the cup down on the saucer then looked back at the direction Makoto went off
"Idiot."
Shizuka was alone in that cafe feeling a sense of pity for the self proclaim writer that refuse to listen
Shizuka after finishing stood up and went home
"Sigh....all I wanted to say to him was to not expect too much he is just bringing disappointment into his life."
Shizuka mumbled with a neutral look and headed off to her home where she continued to do her work
This meeting between them was arranged by a friend of hers who was knew Makoto since he was young.
She was disappointed with his defensive and closed off way of thinking but she was also disappointed that she was unable to hear more about the plots he made.
Makoto went home unable to accept her opinion on his failing writing career hitting things along the way.
"I will show her i will make her pay I will not allow that woman to make a fool of my job."
He sat on his desk then opened his laptop the bright screen illuminating the dark room he is at.
He began to type everything he did not care whether the work was too weird he will work harder to make it work after all he was the self proclaim writer that intrigued the artistic genius Shizuka.