Page 139 of We Met Like This
“Small,” I said.
“Exactly. You can play nice?” This she directed at Oliver.
“I don’t know who Rob is,” he said.
She laughed. “Good answer.”
A woman approached from my right and I immediately recognized her as Doris Mesner from my dream agency. “You must be Margot,” she said, extending her hand.
“I am. It’s so nice to meet you, Doris.”
“What do I have to do to get you over to my agency?”
“Move to Los Angeles?” I smiled.
“Let’s talk later.” To Kari, she said, “Congratulations. Your book is phenomenal.”
“Thank you.”
“We’re going to grab drinks,” I said to Kari. “Would you like anything?”
“No, but I need to talk to you later too. I have an idea for something outside the box.”
“More outside the box than this?” I nodded toward her table of books.
She smiled.
“I’m sure it’s amazing.”
As we headed toward the bar Oliver said, “You like people more than I do.”
“As long as you like me, I’m okay with that.”
“Not even a question,” he said.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of the pocket of my dress, hooking my arm in Oliver’s so I could read and walk at the same time. Sloane had sent a text that was accompanied by fireworks shooting across my screen.The fireworks are supposed to represent yours and Kari’s success, not whatever you and Oliver have been doing in your fancy hotel.
Thanks for the clarification, I typed back.
Congrats! Oh, and you left your notebook on the coffee tableand I may have read a few lines on the page. Are you writing a screenplay?!
I had started writing again, just for fun. It was amazing how much I wanted to, now that I was listening to my own instincts. And maybe it would be more than fun one day.Don’t read my stuff, nosy!
I won’t have access to your stuff anymore if you would talk to Oliver about the whole moving in thing. I want to sign a lease with Miles next month.
Glad to know you can so easily replace me. And asking someone to move into their house is a delicate matter. It takes time.
More fireworks exploded on my screen.Those represent me and Miles.
Ew. I gotta go. I’m in the middle of a party.
Love you!
We stopped at the back of a decent-sized line for the bar.
Oliver pulled out his phone, read something on the screen, and looked at me. “You want to move in with me?” he asked.
My mouth fell open. “Did Sloane just text you?”
