*Nina*
“And I promise we will have proper wine glasses for the premiere night,” Nate says as we are finishing up rehearsals. “Okay, we will pick it up tomorrow with the prison scene... but really nice work today, everybody... great work.”
“Thanks,” just about everyone says, putting away their scripts.
When I get up, Nate looks at me. “Nina, could you just hang back for a moment?”
“Sure.” I stay as the others pack up and leave.
“Listen... I know the right thing to say here is that last night was a mistake... that we have a play to do and that we have to be professional... what happened by the bonfire was just about the beer,” Nate says, looking at me. “But I don't know... something tells me that it isn’t the truth for either of us... Do you think I am wrong?”
I need a moment before I
