Good thing we like Christmas movies
We can save your career!
Good plot points we’ll bring to your script
We’ll fix this Christmas project and get you Brad Pitt.”
“He’s way too old for this,” Elijah says, completely straight-faced.
I blow a handful of Christmas confetti at him, and he doesn’t even blink. “Okay, I tried. Paxton, you’re up.”
He taps his index finger against the tip of his nose as he ponders.
“Hey, did your mom fix your glasses?” Elijah asks.
“Miss Cleo did!”
“Just Cleo.” I don’t look up from the garland when I say, “I just angled the nose pads a bit. No big deal.”
Elijah is silent for several seconds, so I finally glance at him. He’s staring at me with watery eyes so intensely, it startles me.
“Are you okay?”
He nods. “Thank you for doing that.”
“You’re welcome.” We lock eyes for what feels like a very long time, having a silent conversation that might mean something entirely different to Elijah, but I think he’s telling me how much he appreciates me and that one day he’d like to show his appreciation by bending me over this desk and railing me.
“Oh, I know!” Paxton shouts. “I’m ready!”
Here endeth our silent conversation about appreciative boning.
I hum a random note into my kazoo for him, and he launches into…
“I think you should marry Cleo
I think you should marry Cleo
I think you should marry Cleo
Before the new year!”
“Aaaand scene…” I say at the exact same time as Elijah says it.
We’re both frozen in horror when we look at each other, but when we realize we just said the same thing, we burst out laughing.
Me and Elijah.
Laughing.
Together.
Totally sober.
His blue eyes are sparkling.
His teeth are so white.
I don’t know if I’ve ever even seen Elijah Abrams’s teeth before.
