“Why must you make my job so difficult?” Jana joked.
“How is menotbeing picky hard?” Dana laughed.
“Because it’s easier if you just tell them what you want,” Samara said. “What’s on the menu for today?”
Jana checked her phone and replied, “Chicken parm.”
“Yeah, just get me that,” Dana said. “Chicken, pasta, and a breadstick or something.”
“It’s seventy-four degrees at night, and we’re about to go back under hot lights for the next several hours. You really want a heavy dinner?”
“It’s what they have,” Dana said. “Why? What are you having?”
“Salad,” she said. “With tofu.”
“Oh, of course,” Dana replied, mocking her. “I guess I’ll just have that,” she said to Jana. “But put chicken on mine instead of tofu.”
Samara laughed and said, “Want the vegan cheese, too?”
“Real cheese, please, Jana,” Dana added.
“You got it,” Jana said. “Drink?”
“I’ll just steal one of her fancy waters.” Dana pointed to Samara. “Can you make sure that she’s stocked up when you bring my food, though? Six in the fridge and maybe six in the cabinet, just to be safe.”
Dana looked at her to confirm.
Samara smiled and said, “That would be great. Thanks, Jana.”
“No problem. I’ll have someone from catering take care of it.” Jana then pressed something on her phone and said, “Hey, I have a dinner order for Dana.”
When they arrived at Samara’s trailer, Jana left them to go take care of that, and they went inside, where Samara washappy to feel seventy degrees as she sat down at the table for a moment, allowing the coolness to wash over her.
“So, how am I doing?” Dana asked, sitting down next to her. “Be honest.”
“Good,” Samara replied, opening her eyes and looking over at her. “You’re doing good.”
“I messed up my stupid hair.” Dana laughed.
“Your hair isnotstupid,” Samara noted, smiling at her. “It looks really good on you. It’s like it completes your Bray transformation.”
“So, I’m just full-on Bray now? I’ve ceased to exist as Dana?”
“Oh, no, she’s still in there. Bray wouldn’t have picked on my food choice for dinner.”
Dana laughed and said, “Just a salad for dinner? How do you eat like that?”
“Well, I eat five to six times a day.”
“You eat three times a day. I’ve delivered your meals.”
“I eatmealsthree times a day, yes, but I have snacks in between. Green juice, a soy granola bar, or something of that kind. Sometimes, it’s fruit. I usually plan it all out in my head for the day. That’s why I usually eat a light dinner and a heavier lunch, depending on what I’m doing that day, and that’s why I get a little annoyed when my breakfast doesn’t arrive, and I have to change my plans.”
“A little? I thought you were going to bite my head off,” Dana argued.
Samara laughed and said, “Hey, can I talk to you about something non-food-related?”
“Sure.”
