Dante
Want daily accountability checks via text? Wouldn’t want you slacking, Miss Type A.
Reese
You’re already doing more than enough.
Dante
I live to serve.
Just remember who prescribed this luxury when you’re soaking in bliss.
Reese
Speaking of prescriptions, might I suggest one for you? Something to address that cigarette smell you keep bringing to practice?
It’s very…distracting.
Dante
The cigarettes are distracting?
Or is it something else?
Reese
Good night, Dante.
My phone buzzes againas I sit in the makeup chair on set. I nearly drop it, fumbling to angle the screen away from prying eyes.
I’m not delusional. This flutter in my chest is clearly a symptom of isolation-induced desperation. Cleo’s gone off-grid for this new season she’s shooting, and I’m so starved for human interaction I’d probably get butterflies from a spam call.
Plus, Dante and I are basically partners in crime now—we share a secret, for heaven’s sake! That makes these predawn text exchanges totally normal, right?
Dante
It’s Wednesday, which means you’re in luck.
Reese
Luck?
Dante
I got my fresh shipment of Berg since you keep “accidentally” taking the water bottles from my bag. Got you your own case. Though I suspect the theft was never about hydration.
Reese
And rob you of your daily chance to lecture me? I wouldn’t dare deprive you of such joy.
Dante
Keep stealing them. I’m keeping a tab of favors you owe me.
Reese
A tab? How very methodical of you.
