a Love Story ⑷ 3 months ago, when the impression of Ruby for Marinne was no more than a name, tha latter had once passed by the former's seat, finding her writing something on her notebook. "Aiming to be a novelist, aren't you. Mr Merry also said in class that you were a gifted writer." The first conversation with a person should always start with an amicable greeting, that was what Marinne had learned from her past social experiences. "Just an amateur, trying to kill time." Ruby's tone was bland in contrast, showing not a trace of interst in Marinne. That was unexpected to Marinne, who could easily win a favour from others by her comely apperance and lively ways of speaking. But she did not give up, instead, she tried to push harder. "Wow, do I have the luck to appreciate your masterpiece?" This time, Ruby cocked her head to give Marinne a curious, direct look on the face, her eyes filled with incredibility. Eventually, Ruby retreated from the awkward staring and sighed, "Fine. But I promise you it is not interesting." The novel was about a girl who would bury her nose into the books rather than meeting any other people, who then fell in love with a boy and changed herself into a totally different person for him. As Marinne went through the story, her face turned taut with cathexis, tears pooling in her eyes. Despite the difficulties to decipher the recondite expressions, Marinne felt awe-stricken by the convoluted stories and the entangled emotions felt by the characters.