Guy smiled and ducked his head. “I don’t know if I’d call it a comedy, but I did get a screener for Wes Anderson’s latest. Didn’t you say you like his hyper-stylized approach to storytelling?”
I frowned, but not in the slightly offended way I had a second ago. That was exactly what I’d said about Wes Anderson. “You remembered that?”
“Sure.” Guy lifted his gaze to mine. “You have great insight when it comes to films. You impressed me the first time we met, and I’m guessing you’re going to keep impressing me, well, if...” He turned sideways, giving me ample room to walk past him into his apartment.
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Guy held up his hands. “Look, no pressure. I’d love to know what you think of it, but if you’d rather wait, maybe go see it in the theater with...” His eyes flicked toward Adam’s door as his voice trailed off.
My throat went tight. Watching movies with Adam might not be an option anymore.
And Guy was offering me exactly what I’d asked for.
I followed him into his apartment.
Adam:
Hey.
Jolene:
Hey.
Adam:
It’s so weird being here and not seeing you.
Jolene:
I’ve been working so I guess I didn’t think about it.
Adam:
It’ll be weird when you think about it. Trust me.
Jolene:
Okay.
Adam:
How’s the application going so far?
Jolene:
I need to do more work on the film I made you.
Adam:
It’s perfect.
Jolene:
The version I gave you was a rough cut. Trust me.
Adam:
How about the essay? Want me to look at any changes?
