Danny D adjusted the studio lights for the third time, though he knew they were already perfect. Yasmina Khan watched him from the makeup chair, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Every day,” Danny said.
“It’s been years,” she whispered. That wasn’t in the script. There was no script.
No one applauded. No one spoke. Danny and Yasmina stayed on the bench, the rain machine still running, neither willing to be the first to stand.
Danny D adjusted the studio lights for the third time, though he knew they were already perfect. Yasmina Khan watched him from the makeup chair, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Every day,” Danny said.
“It’s been years,” she whispered. That wasn’t in the script. There was no script.
No one applauded. No one spoke. Danny and Yasmina stayed on the bench, the rain machine still running, neither willing to be the first to stand.