Fallon
I paced the floor of the penthouse suite and tried desperately not to clean up. I mean I only worked five hours that week, but it still felt habitual, to clean up the rooms rather than stay in them.
Finally, out of boredom, I started folding the towels and then sat and turned on the TV.
Zane still wasn't back.
And I probably needed to go to my own house, the whole I'm staying over with Mags probably wasn't going to work every night this week, though I was going to at least try to sneak in one more night - the night he finished recording.
I looked down at my phone and sighed.
Fallon: Hey, how's the song going?
Nothing.
I texted again an hour later.
Maybe he was just in the zone. He was an artist, I could understand how he would be in a creative process that he didn't want to
