Welby took a sip of water from the glass, his fingers tapping lightly against the surface. "School's out for summer. Tell me you're not rotting away at home all day."
"No way! I'd lose my mind if I stayed cooped up like that."
Sandra decided to come clean, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. "Funny story—I was just running an errand to the set when the director spotted me. Wasn't planning to say yes, but hey, beats staring at my walls."
Welby's lips quirked. "Not bad. Better than being a couch potato—gives you something to sink your teeth into."
"Exactly!" she agreed, popping the last bite of her meal.
As they stepped out of the restaurant, Sandra checked her phone. "Shoot, I should head straight to set from here."
"Let me drop you off," Welby offered, car keys already jingling in
