Konrad raised an eyebrow. “Hey, you were the one who said to dream big. ‘Go big or go home,’ I believe you said. So should I go home?”
“No. Don’t you dare! Here, I’m putting it all on the list.” Roz wrote “cooking classes, culinary school, chefs, maybe own restaurant.”
Konrad gazed over her shoulder. “Good. All in the right order, too. See how easily a plan springs from a goal?”
“Yup. I see quite well. Now, what else? Do you have any musical talent?”
“Music appreciation is about all I can offer. I don’t think that’s an occupation.”
“Okay, it would probably take too long to learn to play anything but the kazoo, and I’m not willing to practice for years and hope the symphony has an opening someday. What else ya got?”
“I like photography, and I’ve even fantasized about being a filmmaker from time to time.”
Roz narrowed her eyes. “What kind of filmmaker?”
“The legitimate kind. Besides, the only porno I want to make is with you, babe.”
She chuckled. “Ugh, no. I’m on board with anything else you want to film. Should I write photography or filmmaker or both?”
“Why not put them both down. We can try one and then the other. If one type doesn’t speak to us, the other one might.”
“True. Hey, maybe we could try acting or directing.”
“Acting is out,” Konrad said.
“Why?”
“Look, you’d make a beautiful leading lady, but if you think I’m going to let some other dude play a love scene with you—”
There’s that jealous streak again. I can’t decide if I love it or hate it. Come to think of it—“I never thought about that. Yeah, I wouldn’t like to see you smooching the collagen off some Hollywood starlet, either.”
“Good. Maybe we’re getting a little unpractical. Let’s think of something less lofty.”
Roz tapped the paper. “How about bartending? I’ve heard bartending school is only a two-week course.”
“Really? That could work. Tips on a busy weekend night can be tremendous, and if we’re working together, who needs to worry about going out to a club or bar on a Saturday night? We’re already there.”
“And eventually we could own a place where everybody knows our names.”
Konrad laughed. “Sounds like our apartment building.”
“Yeah, that might be nice, except there are still some residents I haven’t met.”
“That’s right. I’ve been completely selfish and monopolized all your free time. I should take you around and introduce you.”
“Would you? That would be great. I haven’t even met my neighbor across the hall yet.”
He groaned.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. Nathan can be a good guy, but he’s an acquired taste.”
“Well, then, I should start getting used to him, right?”
He nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
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