the big-city lights and glamorous woman are keeping you busy,” she chides.
The elevator doors swing open, and I head down the barren hallway to my room.
“No way. I miss you every moment. I may be a pretty face, but I don’t know if I have it in me to talk the talk. I just want to start the job, ya know? Acting. Filming.”
“I can’t imagine being in front of cameras in general, but I know you’ll handle it with your endless charm.”
“Endless charm, eh?”
She sighs, and my heart sings at the sound. “I miss you. I know you only left this morning, but I hate that I have to wait days to see you. When you start filming, at least you won’t be far from home.”
I chew the inside of my cheek, remembering what Josh had said earlier about being honest. Is now the time to tell her I’ll be splitting up my time being on location and in LA? I heave in a deep breath, knowing that in person is better. I can gauge her reaction better. I will tell her everything when I get home, and I mean everything.
“Yeah, that’ll be better. How was work?”
She pauses. “Work was good. Uneventful.” Another pause. “I ran into Gio today.”
As I slide the keycard into the lock, my skin burns with an annoyance I didn’t know I’d feel at hearing his name.
“Gio?” I roll my eyes in the empty hotel room as I flip on a light, realizing my perplexed tone is unfortunately evident.
“Weird, right? Tucker was making fun of me about how I miss you and suggested I go for a walk. I ended up running into the infamous Giovanni Vigilucci in the park.”
“Is that just a random coincidence—”
“Or is he stalking me? Yeah, I accused him of that, too.”
I unbutton my shirt, peeling it from my body as I laugh, thinking how Skyler would be the type of person to put someone like Gio in his place. She fears nothing, but then again, ignorance can be bliss.
“If he was, I can’t blame him.”
She huffs. “You need to give me some help on how I should handle this one. I have to call him about setting up a time for him to take pictures of me, and get my check he promised.”
I take a seat on the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair. I hate to admit that the hint of Skyler’s frantic tone when it comes to Gio pleases me. I’d hate it if they got along too well. I should probably not be so childish about this.
“Did he make you feel uncomfortable? Were you nervous?”
“Not really, actually,” she hums. “He’s overbearing, for sure, but nice for the most part. He just takes some getting used to, I think.”
“Then it’s fine, Skye. Not all these people are as terrible as they seem. However, I can’t say I’m overall thrilled at the connection, but this could be amazing for you.” I grit my teeth, because it’s so undeniably true. This is an opportunity some girls would kill for.
She doesn’t say anything.
“Skye?”
“What?” she asks more harshly than I expect.
“What’s wrong?”
“What if I don’t want it?”
“Then you don’t have to do it.” I state brusquely. Her self-doubt is what I hate the most. She doesn’t need to feel that way.
Another long pause of contemplation, and I can picture Skyler fiddling with one of her long midnight curls, twirling it around her finger, her crystal eyes wide and luminous as they stare off into the abyss of her bedroom.
“Skyler, you need to answer that question, and not just identify it as the problem. The solution lies in the answer, not the question itself,” I comment, finding the lingering silence curious.
“I can’t tell yet,” she responds more honestly.
Bingo
. That explains it.
She’s embarrassed.
“Ya know, babe, it’s okay to want to do the modeling thing, if you do. It doesn’t make you less of a premed student or a bimbo. That’s
if
you feel that way. It doesn’t change anything about you if you were to want Gio to find you interesting, and to be one of his models. It doesn’t change who you are. You’re beautiful,
The elevator doors swing open, and I head down the barren hallway to my room.
“No way. I miss you every moment. I may be a pretty face, but I don’t know if I have it in me to talk the talk. I just want to start the job, ya know? Acting. Filming.”
“I can’t imagine being in front of cameras in general, but I know you’ll handle it with your endless charm.”
“Endless charm, eh?”
She sighs, and my heart sings at the sound. “I miss you. I know you only left this morning, but I hate that I have to wait days to see you. When you start filming, at least you won’t be far from home.”
I chew the inside of my cheek, remembering what Josh had said earlier about being honest. Is now the time to tell her I’ll be splitting up my time being on location and in LA? I heave in a deep breath, knowing that in person is better. I can gauge her reaction better. I will tell her everything when I get home, and I mean everything.
“Yeah, that’ll be better. How was work?”
She pauses. “Work was good. Uneventful.” Another pause. “I ran into Gio today.”
As I slide the keycard into the lock, my skin burns with an annoyance I didn’t know I’d feel at hearing his name.
“Gio?” I roll my eyes in the empty hotel room as I flip on a light, realizing my perplexed tone is unfortunately evident.
“Weird, right? Tucker was making fun of me about how I miss you and suggested I go for a walk. I ended up running into the infamous Giovanni Vigilucci in the park.”
“Is that just a random coincidence—”
“Or is he stalking me? Yeah, I accused him of that, too.”
I unbutton my shirt, peeling it from my body as I laugh, thinking how Skyler would be the type of person to put someone like Gio in his place. She fears nothing, but then again, ignorance can be bliss.
“If he was, I can’t blame him.”
She huffs. “You need to give me some help on how I should handle this one. I have to call him about setting up a time for him to take pictures of me, and get my check he promised.”
I take a seat on the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair. I hate to admit that the hint of Skyler’s frantic tone when it comes to Gio pleases me. I’d hate it if they got along too well. I should probably not be so childish about this.
“Did he make you feel uncomfortable? Were you nervous?”
“Not really, actually,” she hums. “He’s overbearing, for sure, but nice for the most part. He just takes some getting used to, I think.”
“Then it’s fine, Skye. Not all these people are as terrible as they seem. However, I can’t say I’m overall thrilled at the connection, but this could be amazing for you.” I grit my teeth, because it’s so undeniably true. This is an opportunity some girls would kill for.
She doesn’t say anything.
“Skye?”
“What?” she asks more harshly than I expect.
“What’s wrong?”
“What if I don’t want it?”
“Then you don’t have to do it.” I state brusquely. Her self-doubt is what I hate the most. She doesn’t need to feel that way.
Another long pause of contemplation, and I can picture Skyler fiddling with one of her long midnight curls, twirling it around her finger, her crystal eyes wide and luminous as they stare off into the abyss of her bedroom.
“Skyler, you need to answer that question, and not just identify it as the problem. The solution lies in the answer, not the question itself,” I comment, finding the lingering silence curious.
“I can’t tell yet,” she responds more honestly.
Bingo
. That explains it.
She’s embarrassed.
“Ya know, babe, it’s okay to want to do the modeling thing, if you do. It doesn’t make you less of a premed student or a bimbo. That’s
if
you feel that way. It doesn’t change anything about you if you were to want Gio to find you interesting, and to be one of his models. It doesn’t change who you are. You’re beautiful,
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