Page 27 of Playbook
London
Gross lol
There’s a pause in the conversation. I wander around the apartment. I still can’t believe I live here. It’s a long way from the shithole I grew up in before I moved in with the Hollands.
Archer’s room is quiet. I should go to bed. We have practice tomorrow and a day full of film and meetings. But I don’t want to stop talking to London.
Me
Are you a night owl?
London
Sort of. I work at night sometimes.
Me
You’re working tonight after the game? What do you do?
I’m firing questions at her so fast, I’m probably freaking her right the hell out, but Ican’t stop.
London
I’m a graphic designer. I work at Channel 3 but do some freelance on the side. That’s what I’m working on tonight, but I think I’m about to call it. My lines are starting to get wonky.
Me
That’s cool. Can I see?
London
You want to see my work? You don’t even know what it is.
Me
Definitely. Doesn’t matter.
Minutes tick by and I don’t think she’s going to do it, but then an image comes through. It’s a drawing of…me. The back of me in my uniform. It looks so much like me that I’m wondering if she traced it from something. But then I see my right hand. Instead of a football, I’m holding a pair of red panties.
My head falls back and I laugh.
London
What do you think? New logo for your website?
Me
You drew this?
London
I sketched it while we were talking. I was working on a fantasy book cover before.
Me
You do book covers?
Damn, this girl just gets more interesting.
