*Elijah*
“No,” I shake my head at the computer screen. “Come on, man, this is bullshit.”
“Are you talking to yourself now?” Nina says teasingly as she walks out onto the back porch where I am sitting. “Isn’t that like the first sign of… like something.”
I get up to kiss her softly. “I’m saying it now so I don’t have to say it to the writer’s face. I’m not ruthless like you.”
“I am ruthless, but it worked… he made the changes,” she says, grinning. When I sit back down on the couch, she slumps down next to me, her hand softly rubbing my shoulder.
“I don’t doubt that,” I look at her. “So, how was the workshop?”
She smiles softly, still rubbing my shoulder. I love that, to be honest. “It was amazing. I mean, I know it was only the first day, but it was good, and I think I made a new frie
