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Bryce

Exercise: In 300 words or less, write a scene in which one or more characters demonstrate traits like "nice" or "loving" or "wicked" or "pitiful" or any other characteristic through their actions. Make us know the characters through what they say or do, rather than through vague descriptive words.

“I’m just worried about getting too attached.” Gravel jumped out of the way as Bryce skidded into the parking spot outside the bar. Cait opened her door to a muddy puddle. She jumped over it and splashed dirty water on her jeans in the process. She caught up with Bryce who was walking ahead of her into the restaurant. His shoes were dry.
I just need to figure out if this is the right thing for me, without other people affecting my decision.” Cait stared at the glass of water the hostess had brought over, flipping her ice cubes over with the end of her straw. “But…”
“But nothing. I just need to put some space in between us until I figure this out.”
“Will things go back to normal then?”
“It’s possible.”
Cait thought back to when she first met Bryce. They had talked for hours each night. She’d never met anyone she got along with so well. Her heart felt full and she was happy just to be near him. But now everything had changed. His voice pulled her from her thoughts.
“Cait, it’ll be better for both of us in the long run.”
“How do you know what’s best for me?”
“I’m just sure it will be. Don’t worry. Let’s order an appetizer. Do you like chicken or beef on nachos?”
“Beef.”
Bryce grimaced.
The lanky waiter came to their table. “We’ll start out with nachos,” Bryce ordered.
“Chicken or beef on top?”
Bryce spoke without hesitation. “Definitely chicken.”

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