Another nasty argument between Jude and Aurora! Yes, this is a tiny excerpt from my novel. I'm sorry that I only post small pieces every now and then, but please try to help me out. I want to know if the writing style is good enough and if the dialogues are well-written.
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With a fast move, I whirled around to move again towards the door of the coffee shop, only to find another girl in my face. But before I could pace away, I recognized her. And how shameful it was to see that petite girl with such big amber eyes, staring up at me as though I just stabbed her heart with a rusted blade.
“You,” I voiced in distaste. “You‛re everywhere.”
If only I could see Selim as much as I saw her, there would be no problem at all.
“Excuse me?” She asked slowly, only causing me to roll my eyes and leave. “No, wait,” she stopped me.
“What, puppy face?” She flinched, when I said that. “I don’t have time for you.”
“Cut her a slack, would ya?” The round faced girl accused. “Aurora, come sit. There is no use of talking to a person like that.”
“Thank you,” I addressed Aurora’s friend and started walking away again, only to have my rapid paces interrupted one more time.
“No, wait!” Aurora called again.
“Oh, for the love of God!” I called out, opening my arms wide. When was this going to stop?
“Really? Really?” she asked again, and again. Her head cocked forward and her contorted face looked rather funny than angry.
I merely looked back at her silently, my arms crossed against my chest in true boredom with the drama episode that was to come.
“Really, for the love of God? What God do you think allows you to treat me like this?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips defensively, but dropped them a second later.
“Yea, yea. We’ll continue this tomo—“
“No, we do this now,” she said and licked her lips repeatedly and rubbed her hands together before she finally started. “The only thing I did was offering you coffee and treating you nicely, but you called me a servant and insulted me in so many ways.”
The girl at the table gasped. “No, you didn’t!”
"You summarize it rather well," I teased, a smile of sarcasm rising on my lips.
“Mimi, please. I can… handle this,” she said hesitantly then turned to face me again “Look, Julius. I mean, Mr Julius. I honestly never say this, but please whether treat me nicely or never d…deal with me at all. I… I…” she paused and brought her fingers to her head to scratch it lightly. “I might be nice, but I’m not stupid and all I care for is my integrity.”
Never had her eyes parted from the ground she stared at while she talked. It was as though there was an unbreakable string that banned her from looking up at me. I couldn’t clearly determine whether she was intimidated by me, or simply unsure about the decision of confronting me. It was obviously a very major decision for her, which was one I only saw taking place in failing movies.
She had to know that no matter how ornamented she made her words seem, I wasn’t going to drop to my knees and cry for forgiveness. I didn’t like her, I didn’t understand her personality. In fact, I didn’t like her because I didn’t understand that strange personality.
She babbled a few more words and accusations that I couldn’t remember the next second. My thoughts couldn’t help but return to Selim and my worries over him, giving little attention to the curious customers around us.
I could see their interest from the corner of my eyes, straining to hear what Aurora was saying. They were probably trying to understand what we were arguing about- what she was arguing about. A very nosy town, it was. Or was it the whole country?
“Terrible speech. You’re not a good writer, are you?” I asked once she finished talking.
Involuntarily, I spat rude comments in her direction. It was a few seconds after she demanded a legitimate right- to be treated nicely- but it was very simple. Just as much as she was uncomfortable with my rigidness, I was deeply annoyed with her kindness.
A poor replica of kindness, was it not?
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, her voice low as though she was exhausted by the short lecture she just declared.
“I’m tired of this,” she said and took a deep breath. “I don’t understand why someone would treat me like this.”
At least, she was showing some disappointment this time. It was a first for her anger to become so evident since I had known her, despite how poorly it was expressed.
“You’re a machine,” I finally confessed my thoughts.
When I said that, her head shot upwards to look at me in horrified surprise. In her eyes, it was apparent how frustrated she was to see that her words made no change in my manners. But it was true, I did think of her as a thing that didn’t breathe, didn’t feel.
“A machine with smiling lips drawn on its metal surface.” Her eyes followed my hands while they made gestures to mimic a square for a machine. “Can you picture that?” I asked.
She nodded, curiosity braiding with the hurt expressions in her small face.
“The smile is neither real nor can it come off,” I explained and a short pause ruled the next few moments. “Whatever,” I said and waved my hand at her.
That time, she let me leave without disturbance.
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Thank you for reading! What did you think? Were his thoughts clear enough? Did it sound realistic? Like an actual argument between two people?
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Okay, so I like this story. One thing that really left me hanging is the fact that you never described your characters, but... oh, wait that is 'cause this is part of a novel. You're writing is really good, I must say. There is barely anything else I can say to make it better. This is good, I don't think is confusing at all. And I love the name Aurora... Lol. *Random* But anyways, 
