Jane watched as he poured her another cup and listed off the novels he'd had published. "Well, I don't think I've read any of those, but I do know I've seen at least one on the shelf at the local book store. I will have to pick up a couple of them and give them a go," she said with a smile as she reached for the full cup he placed on the counter before her. She stirred in sugar and cream as she thought about living next door to a writer. It was an awesome feeling to know someone just down the hall shared her love for crime thrills and descriptive writing. It had been awhile since she'd pulled out her laptop and gave a whack at her own short stories. Maybe she should get back into it.<br/><br/>She perked up when he asked her about her work and after taking a sip of the hot coffee, she told him, "I typically cover stories on small businesses and local gossip. The town likes to read about which restaurants failed their health inspections and which bakery closed down after the opening of the franchise,<i>Tasty Treats </i>on Lincolnway. Every so often I get to cover a break in at a gas station or a car jacking, but thats about the extent of the excitement I get to write about. I've actually submitted my resume to a larger company that specifically runs crime reports on big shots like mob members, gangsters, serial killers and the like. I really excited, actually. A friend of mine on the inside says he thinks he can get me in and started on a project that follows undercover law enforcement."<br/><br/>Jane finished her explanation with a big smile and found herself blushing. "Sorry about that. I'm just so over my boring job and I'm uber eager to get started on something new. I moved out here several years ago just for the stories. My parents thought I was crazy for wanting to live where people were found chopped up in abandoned warehouses. I mean, maybe I am, but who cares?"