Page 43 of Two Canes, One Cup
I must not be playing along the way she wants.
“Oh, that rom com thing?” Those aren’t usually my style, but I’ve been picking up a few extra projects to pad my bank account before the baby comes.
Has it really been almost six months since Christmas?
“Stacy!” she practically yells. “You got it. And get this? The directorandthe producer said they’re coming to meet you!”
I must still be sleeping. “What? Why? Usually this stuff is all taken care of online.”
Why would some big shot movie executive want to meet me?
“They called last week, all kinds of excited over your renditions. They practically forced me to tell them your first name.” Her rapid fire words are coming too fast for my sleepy brain.
I let out a groan. “Whydid you tell them? I thought that’s what you’re supposed to save me from?”
“Girl, they sounded hot. I’m single and desperate, okay? I want to meet them too.” She sighs. “No, not really. I bet they’re ugly assholes in real life.”
I don’t want to meet anyone.
I met the men I’ll love forever, and won’t ever see them again. No one else could possibly compare.
“Fine. When?” I can feel my eyes roll.
The idea of having to play nice when my hips hurt and I have to pee every twenty minutes doesn’t sound like a fun day.
“Today. They’re in town.”
I nearly drop the phone. “What the fuck, Amy?” I blurt out.
“I know, I know. It’s super short notice. But they insisted. They’re staying at the Hilton on Third. I told them you’d be able to meet them at noon.” The amount of pride that radiates out of her is infuriating. “Don’t worry, it’s a public place in case they end up being total goons.”
Like that fixes everything?
“Sheesh. Fine.” I really didn’t have a lot planned today.
It is a big contract.
But the fact they came all the way here because of a stupid hot cocoa drawing?
Unbelievable.
I’m far from the only person in the world who wanted to have two candy canes draped in the cup.
“This is huge! You’ll be working on a movie!” Her giggle cuts off when I end the call.
I love her, but not today.
***
My leggings are on the edge of fitting over my belly.
And I gave up on heels two months ago.
These fancy guys might be used to working with actresses and models, but they’re gonna have to settle for frumpy ol’ me in sneakers and a baggy sweater.
There isn’t anyone in this world I want to impress today.
Well.
