Chapter Two

Eva walked down the street listening to the click-clack of her boots as they struck the pavement. She pulled out a bottle of Chanel no.5 and spritzed herself behind the ears and on her cleavage. As she rounded the corner she glanced at the clear night sky, breathing in the brisk Chicago air and feeling her hair whip about her face. She tried to find the beauty that Bronne had mentioned in the skyline but was only reminded of her beloved home, the one in which she could never return. Eva sighed and let herself into her favorite diner, choosing a booth near the back. She eyed her watch anxiously and positioned herself facing the door so she could spot her company as soon as he entered. When she reached into her purse to find her phone her heart sped up as she realized she'd left it on the bed in her haste to leave the small apartment.

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~there is such a smooth feel in this paragraph, but at the same time
a nuance of tense emotion...really wonderfully written...and i like
this sentence, "She tried to find the beauty that Bronne had mentioned in the skyline but was only reminded of her beloved home, the one in which she could never return."--it;s very expressive. :)

[Steve]

I love this! I will keep reading.