She grabbed a pile of papers off his desk and began reading.
“A story a day, huh?” she mused while leafing through the drafts. “Do you think you’ll keep up with it?”
“We’ll see,” he said. “365 stories is a lot, but I’ve got them all planned out.”
Something occurred to her. She grabbed a pen and a blank piece of paper, then scribbled a few sentences. With a flourish, she presented it to him.
“What is this?” he asked, perplexed.
“366, not 365. 2024’s a leap year.” She winked at him. “As a thank you, you should start the year off with this one.”
He read out loud what she had written: “She grabbed a pile of papers off his desk and began reading.”