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exposure, help them to land more paid writing work later. What a bunch of crap.
    “Were you in sales?”
    “Yes. I sold advertising space for a national magazine.”
    “Sales is bloody hard work and not many do it well. Almost every successful company requires a strong sales staff. You should be able to find work right quick,” says Randy.
    “Yes, but...”
    “You want to do something different with your life now,” says Eros.
    Obviously, Eros can read me like a book. Even thinking about getting another sales job made every muscle in neck and shoulders tighten. “I think so. I’m good at sales, but something about the work just doesn’t fit for me anymore. I can’t see myself selling ads the rest of my life.”
    “What do you want to do?” Eros gazes at me, not blinking. He appears to be genuinely interested in my answer.
    “When I was traveling all over the country for work, I spent so many nights sprawled out on hotel beds, writing stories. Sometimes I’d write features that could fit for our magazine just for fun. I never showed them to anyone or anything. I just wrote them because I felt like it. I even wrote a short novel.”
    “Did you try to publish that?”
    “No of course not. I don’t know anything about writing or publishing. I’ve fantasized about quitting my job and becoming a writer, but never seriously considered it.”
    “And then look what happened,” says Eros. “Maybe what happened to you was a sign.”
    I can’t help smiling. Eros even thinks on the same wavelength as me sometimes. “Yes,” I say in agreement. “I think you’re right.” I clear my throat and see the waiter approaching with a large tray. “Oh, look, our food has arrived.”
    “It smells so good,” Maryann says.
    I try not to grimace when the waiter sets my plate in front of me. Sea bream complete with head, tail and scales. The tiny bit of appetite I had vanishes. Once everyone’s food is served, I poke my fork into the fish, trying to peel away the silver scales to search for some edible pink flesh.
    Silence reigns at the table. Everyone except me is devouring their meals, obviously famished after the morning swim.
    Eros pokes a piece of fried cheese with his fork, reaches across the table and places it on the edge of my plate. “Try this. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
    “Thanks.” I cut the piece of cheese in half with my fork and then eat one of the halves. The flavor of cheese and salt bursts in my mouth, rekindling my appetite. I finish the other half in a matter of seconds. “Mmm. That’s amazing.”
    “I can order some for you if you like.” Eros turns toward the waiter and waves his hand.
    “Can I get you something else, Miss?” the waiter asks.
    “Yes, please. I’d like an order of that fried cheese.”
    “Sure. I’ll bring some right out,” he says before pivoting away.
    I turn back to my fish, deciding to give it a try. Despite its unappetizing appearance, the fish is flavorfully seasoned and nearly melts in my mouth. It’s been cooked just right. Cutting away the skin and sharp bones, I pluck chunks of pale pink flesh free and ferry them to my mouth.
    One bite turns to two and by the time the waiter returns with my fried cheese, there’s little left of my fish except the head, the tail and some folds of silver, scaly skin.
    He takes my empty plate and replaces it with the cheese I ordered. “Here you go, Miss. Please enjoy.”
    I greet him with a smile. “I’m sure I will. I’ve already sampled some.” I gaze down at my plate and release a satisfied sigh. Even after eating so much fish, I salivate at the sight of the cheese. Whether talking helped my overall outlook remains to be seen, but it sure did bring back my appetite.
    The waiter asks if we need anything else. After receiving only shakes of the head and grunts in response, he smiles and walks away.
    Between bites, I turn to Maryann and ask what kind of work she does.
    “I’m a romance novelist,” she says. She nods