Nate
Hey. What time are we running rehearsal tomorrow?
Holly
Unclear.
Nate
Unclear like… you’re checking your schedule?
Or unclear like… you’re hoping I get hit by a rogue Roomba and die?
Holly
Can it be both?
Nate
That’s cold, Martinez. Even for you.
Holly
Is it?
Because I’ve been thinking about the promo shoot.
And how real you made it look while acting the opposite.
Nate
…Right. That’s the problem.
Not the part where I was supposed to pretend I don’t want to crawl out of my skin every time you so much as blink in my direction?
Holly
You’re an asshole.
Nate
You started it.
Holly
You escalated it. With your eyes. And your face. And your stupid big hands that do things.
Also the suspenders. I’m still mad about the suspenders.
Nate
They were production-approved.
But my hands are naturally talented, thanks for noticing.
He waited. Three dots flickered. Disappeared. Came back.
Holly
