Olivia
Nathan’s face was red, as though being asked about his dreams was something that had never happened before.
“Me? Dreams? Nah,” he said, shaking his head and causing a lock of blond hair to fall into his eyes. “Don’t have any.”
I narrowed my eyes, not believing him for a moment. “C’mon, Nathan. Don’t lie to me.”
Nathan fell silent for a few moments before he finally spoke, his face somehow turning an even deeper shade of red. “I… Well, it’s stupid, really. Not even really a dream—”
“Nathan! Spit it out!” I urged as I nudged him with my elbow.
He grinned sheepishly. “Alright, alright. When I was younger, I wanted to write books. More specifically, I wanted to write children’s books. And I wanted to… illustrate them, too.”
At Nathan’s confession, I felt my e
