Turning ordinary people you see into characters fit for a story.
As I walked into the cafe, I saw the mounds of paper and notebooks spread over the table and tumbling out of the briefcase before I even saw the man: Oscar Franklin. Most people only dream of speaking his name and here I was ready to introduce myself.
As my eyes glanced to his stature, I froze near the door. Mr. Franklin looked older than his pictures. His salt-and-pepper hair gave him a distinguished look. One you would expect from such a significant man. He was busy scribbling away. For every breath he took, he tapped his pencil on the mountains of paper. Each tap seemed determined, animated and as if Mr. Franklin was in a world of thought that no mere man could enter.
As I took my final breath, I walked up and introduced myself through a rapid heartbeat and a shaking voice. His crystal eyes were as unwavering as a lion staring down his prey. I gulped and pulled a chair out, not knowing what to expect.
"Let's look through this one more time." He said, "I have some questions." And just like that, I was transported to his world.
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