Eve gave him a generic smile, and sipped on her drink. "Maybe you just need something special to trigger the novel of your life." She shrugged. Sometimes it happened like that, people spent whole lives trying over and over, but always failing to achieve literary anything, let alone greatness.
She nodded in agreement. "At least your heart's at the right place, you're not just generic." Eve was going to smile at him again, but then the waiter came along, finally, and Graham let her place her order first. She promptly chose the quail with berry sauce, and watched as Graham ordered for himself.
[OOC: It's okay, RL before RP, always! I don't mind continuing it until its natural end, but if you want to finish it now, it's fine with me, too.]