"No scripts," he agreed.
She walked back alone, her bare feet leaving faint prints on the wet pavement. By the time she reached her building, the first gray light touched the rooftops. Her phone buzzed again. ForPlayFilms 23 08 01 Siri Dahl Midnight Tryst ...
"Great rushes this morning. Can't wait to see tonight's footage." – The Director. "No scripts," he agreed
He turned. In the dim light, his eyes were unreadable. "I know." " she replied
"You're late," she replied, swinging a leg over the seat behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, feeling the solid warmth through the leather.
"Midnight," he said, his voice gravel and honey.
Siri deleted the message. She had given them plenty of performances. But the midnight tryst? That one was hers.