I've been going through my unfinished projects trying to decide what to do with them. One of them has a favorite hero of mine. It's a finished short that has some issues. I'm trying to decide if I can fix it, because I simply adore this hero. Here are thirteen lines from when the hero and heroine first interact in this story. (I had to skip a few lines between his entry and their first dialog so I could keep it to thirteen.)
The wind from the opening door of the lab blew the tissue thin papers all over the floor.
Thad Stephanos never smiled, and he didn’t now, but his lip quirked on the left side for a few seconds in greeting. He pushed his thick rimmed, black glasses up his nose and started toward her as if to help pick up the scattered prints.
“No.” She held up her hand in a stop motion. “Don’t help. Thank you.”
“You think I’ll steal your blueprints?” The dawning horror on his face halted her move to pick up the papers.
She sighed and answered begrudgingly. She wanted to hate him. She did. She really, really did, but he was so darn good looking, she lost all sense around him.