"Eleanor? Eleanor?"

No response.

The restaurant was very crowded. People were laughing, giggling and whispering with each other. But, Penny here on the other hand was trying to get Eleanor's attention.

I have been calling her for 5 minutes, Penny thought.

She looked at Eleanor. Eleanor was stirring her coffee, completely zoned out. Her black hair fell through the sides of her face. It was covering a portion of her face. Occasionally, she would fix her glasses even though anything was wrong with them.

Finally, Penny gave up. So, she thought of another way."I have had enough," Saying this she punched the table.

This was enough to bring Eleanor back to reality.

"What are you doing, Penelope?" She whispered. Immediately Eleanor started checking the table. Then, the glassware.

She panicked," What if it's broken? Who will pay for it? Oh my... what will I do?"

Penny shook her head in disbelief and then leaned back on her chair.

" I have been calling you for the last 5 minutes. But you were in dreamland, darling. So, I had to bring you back. Also, I told you to call me Penny."

Eleanor tugged her hair behind her ear. She was a bit embarrassed, " I am sorry. I was thinking."

Taking a sip of her coffee, Penny said, "Well, if you were thinking so deeply then I think you might have an idea for your next book, right? Start telling me the storyline, honey. You have been on hiatus for the past 3 years and now my job is on the line."

Eleanor sighed," I don't know I can't think of anything. Everything is so..... man I hate myself."

This time Penny leaned forward and held her hand to reassure her, "Listen, as your editor it's my job to help you write. So, what if you write a romance novel.. how does that sound?"

She tried arguing," I am a mystery writer."

Penny signed with her hand as if she was telling a breaking news," Mr.Brown the great famous mystery writer finally writes a romance novel-that will be the headlines. Most of your fans think that you are a man so you already have a female fan-following. Now, win them with a romance novel. "

She whispered," I still hate that name."

Her editor's face changed as she gradually became more annoyed," Mr. BROWN you were the one who chose the name so.."

Eleanor argued," I thought people would like mystery stories written by a male so I did it."

" Whatever, sweetie. I have a plan. Hear me out. You write a novel and then we make it into a graphic novel. Your first romance graphic novel."

" I don't think I can write romance.."

"Hush! I know you will do amazing! All we need is an illustrator."

" I have never had an ounce of romance in my life nor am I interested in it."

" We will figure something out! No worries."

Though Eleanor nodded her head. She was worried, really worried.