Hair and makeup: 1 artist, travel fee included
Video: 15 seconds per dress for socials
Lighting: natural + supplemental, bring battery packs
Backup plan: indoor options if the snow turned into freezing rain
My fingers moved faster once I got going, the familiar rush of building something from nothing. It didn’t erase the awkwardness downstairs, but it gave me something else to obsess over.
A notification popped up.
Kit
Whatcha doing??
Oh you know, hitting roadblocks at every turn and trying not to obsess over the fact that I saw the hottest man alive without any clothes on.
I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over Kit’s name.
I could already hear her voice in my head, big and gleeful and incapable of subtlety. I dropped my hand.
I didn’t want that to be the first nugget I gave her. A part of me didn’t want her picturing him naked either. I also didn’t want Wes to become a family group project where everyone passed notes about his moods and watched him like he was a storm system on the radar.
He was difficult. He was hurting. He was ... Wes. Not a bulletin board.
I decided mild deflection was the best course of action until I could get my bearings.
Living my best life. Call you later?
Kit
You better. I’m going to the knitting store to get supplies to make a knitted eggplant.
An eggplant?
It’s cute and phallic and will be perfect for my bookshelf.
Maybe grab what I need to make a scarf or something. Something EASY.
BORING.