The rain dripped drippily on our protagonist as he sat forlornly in the setting. The rain symbolized something, possibly oppression or some other idea that might introduce conflict into the plot, making it sufficiently interesting to encourage continued reading. "Sigh," the protagonist sighed, sighing. In the foreground something mostly unrelated happened, adding texture to the narrative. Our protagonist felt feelings, showed them on his face, moved in ways that betrayed those feelings. How would the conflict be resolved? What was the nature of the conflict? Who was our protagonist?
Meanwhile, in another setting, the antagonist performed ominous and threatening actions. This could not bode well for the protagonist. If these actions boded in any manner at all, they certainly didn't bode well. Not well at all, their boding.
Now we meet the love interest. There is sexual tension. You, the reader, can feel the sexual tension. It's very tense. And sexual. Feel it?
The plot thickens.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
