Molly leaned against the book shelf that was against the wall and regarded the man in front of her.  Her arms crossed her chest, clutching the book to it.  "No children you know of, hmm?  Quite a statement."<br/><br/>The words came out with a hint of amusement.  "Would I have heard of your first publication?  And I'm sorry to hear of your writer's block.  I know how difficult that can be....being creatively blocked.  You never know what might break it free....a sound....some specific sight....I even had a smell spark something for me once.  Though I'm certainly not a writer."<br/><br/>His last question certainly brings a smile to her face. My but he is a smooth one.  "Spoken for?  Oh....no...I'm not spoken for.  There have been a few attempts....but no lady has laid claim to my heart just yet."<br/><br/>Perhaps the words were a bit flowery....but it was the truth. Molly certainly hoped one day to find that special someone....everyone held that hope to some degree or other.  "But one day....one day we will find each other, I'm sure."