"Now I want that executive producer role at GCBN."
Melissa frowned and looked down at her watch. She swiped on the screen, then shifted away from Jenna and reached for her phone on the stairs.
"You okay?" Anne asked.
Melissa grabbed her phone and stared at the screen a moment before answering. "Yeah, I just got a text from Ryan."
Jenna's heart jumped into her throat. "Ryan? As in, Ryan Olson?"
Melissa nodded as she typed, a smile starting at the corners of her mouth. "They're in the locker room. They just won their game against the Puckaneers."
"And he's texting you? Why?" Tina leaned in to see what she was typing. When she clapped a hand over her mouth, Jenna, Anne, and Rhonda converged.
"Rhonda, your boobs are on my shoulder!" Anne laughed out loud, squirming out of her way.
"Shh, just enjoy it!" Rhonda squealed as Anne's arm almost knocked the tumbler from her hands.
"Can everyone stop, please? I'm trying to type!" Melissa barked. When the water stopped sloshing, Jenna peered over Melissa’s shoulder and started to read.
Ryan:
Country met Jenna at GCBN
Melissa:
Very aware. I was hoping for more reactionary info
"Melissa, did you text him first?"
"Just—!" Melissa held up a hand, and Jenna continued reading the text chain.
Ryan:
Who's all?
Melissa:
In the hot tub? Me, Tina and Anne, Rhonda and Jenna
Ryan:
Jenna's there?
Melissa:
I just typed her name dipshit
Ryan:
Could've been a typo
Melissa:
??
Ryan:
Has she said anything about Country?
