“Oof. That’s awkward.”
“Yes. Very awkward. That’s why I’m happy to hear from you. But why are you calling me at one in the morning?”
“I wanted to see how the salsa went.”
“It was fine.”
“I guess it was really good since you’re still out.”
“Yeah, we’re getting hot dogs and pretending we’re models.”
“You sound giddy and drunk.”
“I am a little bit. What are you doing?”
“About to get into bed. I was just working.”
“You work all the time.”
“I suppose that’s why I’m a billionaire.”
“And that’s why I’m not,” I say laughing loudly. “I don’t spend all my hours working.”
“It sounds like you have great balance in your life. Something I aspire to.”
“Well, you can have that balance if you want.”
“I suppose. How was the salsa dancing?”
“We sucked.”
“Levi and I went to a Mexican restaurant that advertised salsa classes. We were hoping you might be there.”
“Oh my gosh. You went salsa dancing?” My heart races.
“We ate. We didn’t dance.”
“That’s kind of stalkery.”
“I’m not a stalker. We went to one place. I did hope to see you, but you weren’t there.”
“I should go. Marina is singing again, and I don’t want Willow and Brielle to suffer without me.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“We’re going to a play.”
“What play?”
“I don’t know. Some new off-broadway show that’s opening tomorrow. Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Marina!” I call out. “What play are we seeing tomorrow?”
“Palm Tree Nation!”
“Some play called Palm Tree Nation,” I say. “I’ve never heard of it before though.”
