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“Scenario for the screenplay or real life?” he asks as he types on his computer.
“Real life,” I respond.
His fingers come to an immediate halt and his head snaps to me, his hazel eyes twinkling. “Oooh, yes. Real life! Hit me with it.”
I pause and try to think of how to phrase my scenario without giving away who I’m talking about.
“I know this girl. And there’s a man she likes. A lot.”
“Like, in what way? The way I like you or the way I like Jason Momoa?” he asks.
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m being serious, Todd.”
“Me too, girl. I never kid about Jason Momoa.”
“The latter,” I say impatiently. “As I was saying . . . she likes him, thinks he might like her back, but he’s got an ex who’s still hanging around and as soon as she shows up, he disappears. Should she call or just take a hint and leave him well enough alone?”
Todd considers me like he’s weighing his words very carefully. I look down, feeling foolish.
“You know what, forget it. It’s silly.”
“Oh, no, no . . . It’s not silly, Lucía,” he says reassuringly. “I’m just trying to think.”
Just then, Dan walks around the corner. “You’re thinking. God help us,?
?? he says dryly as he drapes his long, lanky frame onto his chair. He looks at us and says, “What are you guys talking about?”
“Oh, Lucía’s just asking me for advice about her and Reece,” comes Todd’s nonchalant response.
“Ooh, what about her and Reece?” Dan says, with real excitement.
I sit up in my chair and gape at them, my heart beating triple time. “I never mentioned his name or said it was about me!” I shout at him.
“Calm your tits, kid. We’re not blind. We see you two making heart eyes at each other. Smiling as you walk by. When you first got here, I thought you must have fucked him for the job. He’s not really the casting couch type, but I figured that maybe you were too much of a temptation for him to resist.” He looks at me and bursts out laughing. “You should see your face. Your mouth is hanging open,” he says laughing.
I shut my mouth. “We don’t make heart eyes, nothing has ever even happened between us,” I protest.
“Hey, you’ve got real writing chops, kid, you don’t need to feel bad about anything,” says Todd, looking at me sympathetically.
“I don’t have anything to feel bad about. Nothing has ever happened between Reece and me. We’re friends,” I repeat emphatically.
Dan rolls his eyes and goes back to his computer. “Okay. Sure. Listen, you don’t need to tell us your business. But anyone with eyes can see how you get all calf-eyed when he’s around, and every time he looks at you, you’d think he’d never seen you before. He always does a double take.” They both laugh out loud as Dan does an impression of Reece. Whipping his head around and making his eyes bug out.
I groan and sink down in my chair.
“Hey, if you’re really not fucking . . . then you’ve got some pretty good mental foreplay going on. So, when you finally get to fucking—”
I cut him off. “Stop saying fucking. No one is fucking. Reece and I . . . we’re just friends.” I’m reeling on the inside. My protests are to convince myself as much as they are to convince them.
Todd gives Dan a knowing glance. “Oh, babe, you should relax. If you could see what we do, I think you’d rest a lot easier. And as for that ex of his. She’s history. Never say never, but I think she might really have to be the last woman on earth. She made his life a living hell.”
My curiosity is piqued. I want to know more, but I won’t gossip, especially not about Reece. When I don’t respond, Todd sighs and says, “Listen, here’s what I’d tell your friend: Don’t play games. If you want to call him, call him. If you’re wondering where you stand, ask him.”
“Okay, enough of this shit. I’ve got work to do,” says Dan as he slips his headphones on and faces his computer.
“Thanks, T.” I smile gratefully at him.
He smiles at me. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m sending you a bill for that little therapy session.” And then he turns back to his own computer.
