“Colby Kent fan blog,” Leo filled in helpfully. “That’s where that was going, right?”
“Yeah, okay,” Jason said. “My point is, she has fan connections and whatever. If you want people to see this.”
“I do.” Colby had always been somewhat baffled by the existence of the fandom. He understood loving characters—after all, he did that—and stories, but not his own extremely human fallible self, and certainly not candid snapshots of that self buying a caramel latte. But he’d accepted it as a facet of the profession. “I don’t mind that she does, you understand. Or did. And yes, of course, if you think it’ll be useful, let her know.”
Jason glanced around. Serenity the PA materialized, handed over his phone, and vanished again, a model of tact. Jason took it, texted, let Colby read along. Hey, bra
