20
Gino made eggs in the kitchen. The sun blazed in the maroon sky. He glanced at the clock. Five o’clock in the morning. His pod was quiet. He heard Josie in the bathroom, walking in her high heels.
He ground cracked pepper onto the eggs.
Then two hands wrapped around his waist, explored his torso, lifted up his bathrobe, and caressed his skin.
“You didn't have to do this, baby,” Josie said, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I made eggs and oatmeal,” he said. “Gotta make sure you're ready for your audition.”
She kissed him on the neck.
“You're so good to me,” she said.
“That's because you're going to get the part and we’ll finally be able to get out of here.”
He turned around and kissed her. She had a satchel slung over her shoulder and blue sunglasses. The sun lit up her hair,
