'Talking might unless you don't like her at all,' she said with shrug. She sat there trying to figure out if she should have something to eat or not, still she wanted her coffee and got up to get some for herself, taking a white cup for the cabinet for herself. 'Do you want some coffee? It might make you feel better or at least wake you up a bit.'
Music wasn't her forte. Her parents had steered her clear long ago from any of those kinds of careers, which was why she became a secretary...it was a practical job that would secure her a steady income. 'You never know...watch one day you'll be a great composer and write for movies. Think positively. Have you written anything?'