Page 94 of Don't Leave Me

She sighed a little, her face straightening up. “No, I have a nonexistent social life. I mean, I’ve become great friends with some of the other cast and the crew, but I really have to be in this mindset for months…which I don’t mind,” she shrugged. “I have a brother that lives here in the city that I don’t get to see that often, but he comes to the shows sometimes, which is nice. My mum and other brother are coming in from London for Christmas, which I’m really excited about,” she smiled again.

Even more confirmation that she was Jack’s sister.

We started to wrap up and she paused a little bit.

“Youhaveto come see a show before you write up the article. I’ll get you tickets for whenever you want!” she raised her eyebrows excitedly.

“Oh, really? I’d love to!” I gasped.

“Are you free tonight? There’s an 8 PM showing; I can get you great seats, you can bring a guest as well,” she suggested.

“That would be perfect!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, good,” she beamed, then rummaged in her purse and pulled out a pen and paper. “Just write down your name and number and I’ll leave them at will call.”

“Okay,” I nodded as I scribbled down my name and number and handed it back to her. “Thank you so much, for the tickets and the interview,” I said with my head tilted, showing my gratitude.

“Of course! Thank you as well. I expect to see the article in the New York Daily, right?” she asked, raised eyebrows.

“Yes, a very complimentary interview and review as well,” I teased with a crooked smile.

We stood up and gathered our things, the snow outside starting to fall heavily.

“Thanks, Hana. It was lovely meeting you,” she leaned in for a quick hug.

“Lovely meeting you as well, Jessica. Break a leg today!” I waved her off, watching her pull on a beanie before she exited out the door.

I love her. I am in love with this woman. Okay, not in love…but I want to be her best friend. I smiled to myself as I dialed Michael, giddy and excited to tell him about how well it went.Wait, I shouldn’t tell him that she’s Jack’s sister…that’ll make everything awkward. I should just forget that I ever found out about that.

“Hey, babe,” Michael answered, still in a good mood.

“Hi! The interview went well!” I chirped. “Do you want to go see the show tonight? She’s getting me two tickets,” I went on.

“Oh, yeah,” he answered with feigned enthusiasm.

I frowned. “Are you sure?” I asked, wandering around the busy Hell’s Kitchen.

“Yeah,” he repeated. “That sounds good,” he went on, his excitement a bit higher.

“Okay, good,” I smiled, walking towards the subway. “I’ll see you at home soon.”

Michael seemed preoccupied when I got home; he was at his desk in the bedroom, going through what looked like work e-mails, so I decided to start writing the article on Jessica as I lounged on the couch.I wish I got an original photo of her for the article, I thought to myself.Maybe I should e-mail her and ask if she’ll let me photograph her for a few minutes this week.

From: Hana Miller

To: Jessica Maynor

Subject: RE: Photo for interview!

Hi Jessica,

Thank you again for the interview and it was such a pleasure to meet you. I forgot to ask

you if it would be possible for me to photograph you for the article at your earliest

convenience?

Thanks again,

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