Awkward silence contaminated the air of two individuals seated on a mauve colored mahogany table, facing each other. Each has a cup of coffee on hand. One of them is a raven-haired lad, golden orbs shining as he stared at the other lad with a chestnut curly faded hair, square-shaped face with refined features; a pointed nose, slanted eyes with an expressive silver orb. The other lad wears a plain gray shirt with a graffiti font word, "Checkmate" printed on the shirt. 

Anthony couldn't just believe he saw this guy in the flesh! 

Who will not be awed? When one of the most famous and very skilled writers of best selling romance novels is staring at him, he even offers him coffee and advice for his novel! Just wow. Did luck finally pitied him and showed? 

Anthony is in a complete starstruck and he couldn't even open his mouth to speak, not even a single word. He just stared like a fanboy he was. It's Saint Park for Pete's sake! 

But he couldn't believe this awesome guy is his agent's illegitimate son. They don't share any similarities at all! 

Saint's brow raised as he observed one of his father's hired writers, the man looked tense; hands shaking as he held his cup. 

"Can I read your draft? My father's not here, I'll help you instead. " Breaking the silence, he pointed at the notebook placed on the table. 

Anthony spilled his coffee and he felt his face turn hot. He placed his palm on his gaping mouth, suppressing a gasp. "I... It's an honor, sir!" His voice raised as he stood up and bowed three times. 

Saint scratched his head. What's with this guy? If this isn't his father's writer, he'll think that this guy isn't right in the head. 

But then again, there are creepier fans than this guy. Some fans will stalk you 24/7, breach your privacy, and even your relationships with peers and special someone. He'd broken up several relationships with his past girlfriends because his fans threatened his girl. 

He sighed and pointed out the notebook. "Give it to me. " 

In a flash, like an obedient soldier, Anthony placed the notebook in his hands. 

Saint immediately went over the manuscript and nodded as he read. 

Anthony's heart is pounding as he gulps. What will be his idol's reaction? Will he turn him down like his father or will he compliment him? 

"Tell me, do you believe in fairytales? " Saint asked him out of nowhere, eyes still focused on reading. 

"No, " Anthony's immediate reply. 

He's a fiction writer but there's no way magic exists. It's just comfort for those who have a vivid imagination. Afterall fictions is just big 'WHAT IFS'. 

Saint stopped reading and placed the note on the table, eyes directly staring at him. 

"Fictions are like writing romance, to be able to make it seem real you need to believe in it, feeling as if you're your character. Do you understand?! " Saint's voice seems like someone who'll be fit as a passionate educator except that. . .he's shouting, any moment from now, his vein might pop. 

Anthony just nodded, still unconvinced. 

Why would he believe something that didn't save his father and didn't free him from the bullying? 

He writes to free his imagination and escape to his reality but believing it is bizarre. 

Saint seemed to read his expression while he sipped his coffee. Saint scratched his head again, he thought his father is a complete villain but seems like he just doesn't know to criticize someone constructively, making him wrong. 

"You need to start believing in what you write and use your reality and feelings more on your craft. . ." Saint paused. 

"And you should take advantage of the things happening around the city, you know? That news about animals killing people? Some say they have abilities you can cite some ideas, " he added, making Anthony's facial expression turn to disbelief. 

"You believe that? That's just some skilled hooligans not powered animals! " he scoffed. 

Saint rolled his eyes. "It's true! Can a skilled criminal destroy someone badly just by using a single gun, a single aim? " His tone started to be of someone that is a professional gossip person, making Anthony think that Saint is way different in the interviews than in person. From formal to someone who likes chitchats. 

It's been weeks since the news regarding killer animals started to circulate like wildfire. A total of 50 people already perished and all of them believed that the killing wasn't done by humans. The cops couldn't arrest the suspects nor pinpoint what caused the people's death and the scientific community started to investigate the unknown debris found on the crime scenes. The government believes that a big terrorist group is behind this uproar but there are no presented pieces of evidence. 

Since then, people started to panic and speculations started to roam around. Many believed but some didn't. Anthony included. 

"You don't believe me, don't you?" Saint's voice hinted at disappointment. 

Anthony nodded. 

"C'mon! Fiction isn't real. You should know better, you're someone who writes romance! Something that happens in reality! " Anthony saw the fire in Saint's eyes as he said it. Like a lion ready to attack him any moment. 

Thus a long ardent debate happened between the fanboy and his idol. 

Is this a sign of a newly formed friendship?