“Will I be able to be there during filming?” Lunar asks.
“I guess that’s up to Danger and Zaria,” Oliver replies.
“I’m fine with it if you are, Zaria?” Danger queries.
Zaria looks up from her cell and opens her eyes wide. “Oh… sorry… what? Um, can I get a drink, please? I’m parched. Thanks.” She looks back down at her cell without blinking an eye.
I really like that Zaria might be a handful for these guys, so I sit back in my chair and fold my arms over my chest.
Ha! And they thought I was a bitch?
Maybe Zaria will up the ante in the bitch stakes.
Danger glances at Lunar and clears his throat. “Um… I was asking Zaria if it would be okay if Lunar were there while we filmed the music video.”
She waves a dismissive hand through the air, her eyes flicking past Danger like she’s already lost interest in whatever he’s saying. “Yes, yes, whatever,” she drawls, the words sugar-sweet but dipped in impatience. “Now, about that drink… make it sparkling water, cold but not freezing, around fifty degrees, with a squeeze of fresh lemon. Three ice cubes,exactly three,and in a glass, not plastic. Icantaste the difference.” She punctuates the demand with a slow hair flip, the kind that says she’s been rehearsing for a reality show her entire life, then tilts her head with a dazzling smile that could blind the sun. “You got all that, sweetheart?” she adds, her eyes now focused on Tillie, hertone syrupy-smooth but laced with the unmistakable sting of superiority.
Tillie stares blankly, and I smirk as she stands from the table and then walks out of the room. I’m assuming to get Zaria her incrediblyspecificdrink.
Zaria looks up, her eyes scanning the room like she’s bored. She casually looks at me and continues scanning, then suddenly looks back at me. She brings her pointer finger to her chin and smirks with amusement. “Twins, hey? You two look practically identical. How can I tell you apart?”
“I have a bigger cock,” Matt replies.
I roll my eyes as she scoffs out a laugh.
“Hm… no, really, how do I tell you apart?”
This is probably my only opportunity to talk to her, so I take it. “I have a sleeve of tattoos. Matt only has a few.”
She raises an eyebrow and purses her lips. “So you’re the bad boy, brother, then?”
My lips turn up on one side. “I’m the more artistic one.”
She smiles, and it’s genuine. “I like art. I’m not much for the smart-mouthed ones.” She glances over at Matt. “They think they’re better than everyone else, and they generally tend to have thesmallercock… in my experience.” She tilts her head to the side.
I burst out laughing while Matt gawks, and the others chuckle.
It’s nice to have someone on my side for a change.
Tillie walks in with Zaria’s glass of sparkling water.Three ice cubes and a squeeze of lemon, in a glass that is definitely not plastic.I smirk as she places it down in front of her. “Here you go, Zaria, just as you asked.”
Zaria tenses while looking at the glass, and her face squeezes into a frown. “It doesn’t have a straw.”
Tillie looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, um, would you like a straw, Zaria?”
“Ineeda straw! If you had taken the time to read my list of requirements before I arrived, you would’ve seen that I always,alwaysdrink. From. A. Straw,” she says the last few words succinctly. “Urgh, get me a damn straw,” she demands.
Tillie turns quickly and races out of the room. Everyone looks at each other, and Zaria pants harshly through her nose, appearing to try to calm down.
“We’re sorry for the oversight, Zaria. It won’t happen again,” Oliver says.
“See that it doesn’t. Now, can we please order some food or something? Everyone, get me a menu from various places. I like to have a selection.”
Everyone just sits here looking at each other, and the facial expressions they are pulling tell the story.
“Go.” She waves her hands around, and everyone stands. “Except you, artist. You stay.” She points to me, and Matt frowns, following everyone else out of the room.
“Right, don’t just sit there… come here,” she says, patting the seat Matt just vacated.
