Just the Tip

Ethan

"You're in a better mood." Deza glanced over toward me as we mingled in the lobby of the hotel. Frank’s job was to check us in quickly, and he seemed to be having trouble with it. Paul, our head film guy, made his way over toward the commotion as I turned back to Deza.

"You have Riley to thank for that."

"Look. I know you-"

"Nope." I lifted my hand and smiled. "Save the drama for your momma. I don't want to talk about any of the shit brewing around my head. I'm good just trying to focus on filming for the next few days. Whatever happens with this chick... we'll deal with it."

Her expression shifted, as if she approved of my comment. That would have been a first. I needed to mark that shit down in my trusty journal.

"You want to put our bags up and grab something to drink together?" Was that hope in her voice? Was the ice queen thawing a little? Surely not.

"Yeah. That sounds like a plan. I'll meet you back down here in five."

"That's if Frank gets our rooms." She shook her head