I made her laugh. She looks so beautiful when she laughs. The evening was muggy as he headed home along Boundary Street after walking Nina to her car and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. But his footsteps were light, as if he were hardly making any imprint on the ground. The lights and chatter spilling out from the pubs and restaurants were just a dim background to his churning thoughts.
He tried to imagine himself shooting a movie. Would he have his own trailer? And make-up lady? ‘Small but dynamic’ was probably a euphemism for low budget start-up. He’d probably be lucky to have a patch of dirt under a tarpaulin and have to do his own make-up. There’d be an awful lot of lines – would he have to learn them all at once? And would it be like making the ad, with the director running ar
