"Ugh," Shiloh said, rolling her eyes over the steaming cup of coffee that she had been holding for the last twenty minutes.

Her boyfriend Micah looked across the table and couldn't help but let out a very quiet laugh. "What?" he asked, still laughing as he did.

"Don't what me," she replied softly, shaking her head as she took a very long sip of her still piping hot coffee. "Don't, Micah. You know exactly what that ugh was for."

After Micah had graduated from university with a degree in chemical engineering, he had convinced himself that he didn't want a job in the chemical engineering profession, but rather he wanted to be a novelist. He had taken several creative writing classes during his five years in university, and had found that not only did he enjoy to write, but he was apparently quite good at it. And every time he walked into the small apartment that he and Shiloh shared, catching sight of his degree hanging on the wall, Micah had realized that he had made a huge mistake. He should have majored in English, or creative writing, but he took the easy way out. He took a course that would guarantee him a future. But he wasn't going to be happy until he was a published novelist.

"If you rhyme like that again, we're through," Shiloh stated firmly, bringing the coffee cup down to the table with a gentle thud, symbolic of putting her foot down.