“Yeah,” Bryce said.
Dana laughed and replied, “Going home to bed. I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night.”
“No? Did you have agoodnight?”
“Notthatkind of good night, no. I wish, though,” she said.
“Yeah? Been a while?”
“You could say that. I was just up late, wired from my first day doing what I’ve always wanted to do, and now, I’m dealing with the consequences of that decision. Sometimes, being an adult sucks.”
“True.” Bryce chuckled.
“What are your plans?”
“Home with my girl. I was going to see if she wanted to grab drinks or something, but she’s tired from work, too, so I think I’ll head home and climb into bed with her.”
“That sounds nice,” Dana said. “I want what you two have; someone to fall asleep next to every night.”
“It’s pretty great, yeah. I still can’t believe I found her. It’s like you’re just walking through life, and everything’s fine, nothing’s reallybadin your life, but one day, you walk into a bar, and there’s the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. It all changes then.”
“But you had to be without her right after you figured that out. That had to suck,” Dana said.
“I think my friends back in Tennessee would tell you I basically moped around for a year and never shut up about Sophie.”
“How did you know, though?” Dana asked. “That’s thepart I don’t get. You only spent a few hours with her, and you just knew?”
“It took less time than that,” Bryce replied, stopping at Dana’s trailer. “And I have no idea.” She smiled. “I just saw Soph, and something clicked inside me. It told me to pay attention, so I did.”
Dana saw Samara walking toward her own trailer, and when Samara noticed Dana talking to Bryce, she gave her a small smile and a wave before disappearing inside.
“Yeah,” Dana said.
“Yeah, what?” Bryce asked with a laugh. “You okay?”
“All good. I’m just going to say goodnight to Samara and head home.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Bryce replied and walked over to the production office, leaving Dana standing outside.
Dana didn’t waste any time. She walked up to Samara’s trailer door and knocked.
“Come in,” Samara told her.
Dana opened the door and said, “Unlocked, too, now? What’s gotten into you?”
Samara laughed and replied, “I figured you’d stop by to say goodnight before you left. I’m in my bedroom. Be right out.”
“Okay. I can just go. I–”
“What are you doing tonight?” Samara interrupted.
“What’s with you and Bryce? It’s after eleven.”
“How old are you?” Samara laughed.
“Not twenty-five anymore,” she joked, leaning against the counter.
Samara laughed again and asked, “Want to go out?”
