Something in his tone captivated her, and for a time, as she listened, she forgot her reasons for being there, forgot why she was sitting alone in a nearly empty coffee shop in the middle of the night.
"You're an author?" She couldn't say either his name or his story was familiar. Perhaps she did spend too much of her time wrapped up in her work and her own insecurities.
"You've held up your end of the bargain. I suppose I should repay the favor." Her voice was still soft, but she was beginning to relax, some of the tension dissipating. "What sort of story were you hoping to hear?"