“In her hotel room?” Dana asked. “Why are you calling to tellmethis, exactly?”
“I figured you were still up because you just got done filming and that you could understand that this diva bullshit is stupid.”
“Miles, I’m tired. I worked all day, and I have to be up at six, so maybe not.”
“Can you talk to her, though?”
“About what?”
“This ordering late at night thing.”
“Miles, it’s in her contract. She orders food and wants it delivered. Just ask not to have to cover her requests anymore.”
“Someone quit and left us shorthanded,” he replied.
“I’m going to bed now, Miles. Sorry, you had to work late.”
“Whatever. I guess you’ve moved up now, so you’re not thinking of the little people anymore.”
Dana rolled her eyes and said, “No, I’m just tired, and I think you can handle making one trip to her hotel to deliver the food for her.”
When he hung up without saying goodbye, Dana went to put her phone back on the charger but then decided to do something else instead.
“Hi,” Samara said when she answered.
“You just had to order green juice after eleven?”
“What?” Samara asked.
“I just got a call from Miles.”
“The delivery guy?”
“Yes, the delivery guy,” Dana replied with a little laugh. “He wanted us to commiserate because we both had to put up with you and your food.”
“Oh,” Samara said. “Sorry. Did he wake you?”
“No, I was still up. And it’s not your fault. He’s a dick for callingmeand complaining aboutyou.”
“Whydidhe call you?”
“Well, I was responsible for your food as of, like, yesterday, and he and I went out once, so he still has my number. I’m actually thinking he might have expected some kind of booty call situation out of this. Wouldn’t surprise me. He’s tried before.”
“What?” Samara asked. “You went out with him?”
“A year ago. One date. He got handsy, so I passed. We didn’t go out again.”
“He put his hands on you?” Samara asked.
“Not like that,” she said. “He just paid for dinner and thought that meant he’d get laid. I didn’t even kiss him.”
“Oh,” Samara replied. “Sounds like you dodged a bullet. I’ll talk to him tomorrow, if you want, and tell him that it was unacceptable to complain to you.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll handle it. Are you okay? That’s really why I’m calling. You just left earlier, and now, you’re ordering a late-night green juice.”
Samara chuckled and said, “I’m okay. Sometimes, after a day of shooting, I get really wired. I also felt a little off-kilter, so I needed a snack. I don’t have anything here but my water, and nothing from the shop by the front desk would work for me. I feel bad that he called you, though, Dana. I donotfeel bad anymore about making him drive over here to deliver it now that I know he’s an asshole.”
Dana laughed and said, “It’s fine. I was still up.”
