Page 15 of Crazy Love

Impossible. I’ve never met Timothee Chalamet

Bonetti

That boy is 12

Me

How dare you. But also, I’m impressed you know who Timothee Chalamet is

Bonetti

I hear you signed some serious paperwork today

Me

Patrizio could’ve kept that to himself

Bonetti

Jonesy told me

Me

Is nothing sacred? How did you get my number?

Bonetti

See previous reply

Me

Well yes, I’ve signed on the dotted line of death. Here goes nothing

Bonetti

Congrats Red. Never doubted you for a second

I grin to myself.

9

KALI

“You havegotto be kidding me.”

Meg turns to me with her face screwed up in disgust as I flick the light to the warehouse on. Rachel lets out a chortle of laughter and steps inside, followed closely by Hazel. Now that the power’s hooked up, renovations can start. My friends offered to come down to see my space and help me get started on clearing the mess out. Meg, somewhat begrudgingly.

She’s donned her very best, brightly coloured activewear, insisting that we should try to ‘look cute, but not too cute’ for the content she’s going to capture today. She appointed herself in charge of my new business Instagram (which doesn’t yet exist), insisting she could get some good content to show the story of how my studio comes to be. It’s a good idea and I’m grateful she thought of it, but her face matches what I’m thinking. This dump is never going to be anything worth filming.

“Come on Meg, I thought renovations were your thing,” Rachel mocks, jumping over a broken chair and disappearing along the hallway.

“It smells like asshole in here,” Meg scoffs, covering her mouth.

“You haven’t eaten asshole if you think this is what it smells like,” I reply.

Meg glares at me, her mouth parting in surprise. “You’re right, I haven’t eaten asshole.”

“That makes two of us,” Hazel adds.

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