Vera Xavier was speaking from the heart. She'd always felt that love letters needed a certain artistic mood—a touch of lingering affection, a hint of soft emotion. They should be as tender and enduring as the "Circle Words," or as affectionate and warm as the writings of Julian Seymour.
But as for this particular love poem, it just didn't impress her in the slightest. She was completely scornful of it.
Nathaniel Nathan shot her a cold glance. Seeing the obvious disdain in her eyes and confirming that she truly didn't care for the love poem, he finally felt a little better. "I'll write one for you another day," he said.
Vera Xavier immediately clapped. "I heard you got a perfect score of 100 on the language portion of your college entrance exam back in the day. Your literary talent must be incredible!"
Then, she asked curiously, "What did you write your college entrance exam essay on?"
