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When Christen stepped out of her trailer, the harsh sun made her head spin. It was up so high in the pale blue sky, and its rays reflected off the water—it was an extra bright, sunny Monaco day. The picturesque scenery was only disturbed by giant cameras, cranes and rigs, mics, and half a dozen assistants running around like ants to get things ready for the first day on set.
This wasn’t Christen’s first set, far from it. She’d been on several film sets since her move to Hollywood, from one-liners in big superhero blockbusters to supporting roles in heartfelt Netflix originals, to leading lady of everyone’s favourite holiday rom-com. She’d seen big sets with all the cameras and the boom and the dozens of assistants and best boys scurrying around to make sure that everything was in place. She’d seen this exact scene play out in front of a quite a few times before, but today she was the first time she truly felt out of her depth.
And it wasn’t the cameras or mics or rigs or assistants that made her pulse race and her palms sweat. It wasn’t even the golden, sun-soaked backdrop of the Cote d’Azur or the glimmering mega-yachts bobbing lazily in the harbour. It was the presence of the woman who stood just a few paces away, reviewing a copy of the script. Standing with one hand in her pocket while she looked down at the words on the page and muttered them out underneath her breath.
Clad in grey high-waisted slacks that hit just above her ankle; with a soft white cotton-button up and leather loafers. Oscar-winner Tobin Heath.
She stood like a statuesque figure in the middle of the bustling set exuding the kind of effortless grace and importance that only a few people in this world had. Her brown hair was swept back in a polished chignon, appropriate for the milieu. Everything about her screamed that she was a star.
So, of course Christen felt out of her depth.
Despite being in the same industry – and being the same age as Tobin Heath – Christen was miles off her the woman professionally. Tobin had been in Hollywood for over a decade; Christen only made the switch from stage to screen three years prior.
Tobin Heath had been in some of the biggest box office hits over the last few years; starring in movies that brought in millions. But she was also a brilliant dramatic actor – who conveyed emotions so sincerely, so rivetingly, that she’d been nominated for two Oscars and had won her first golden statue at twenty-seven.
Christen, on the other hand, had only gotten bit parts in the bigger films. She was once a thriving Broadway actress, but that counted for nothing when she failed to get a callback for a movie role.
Tobin’s filmography was long and filled with certified classics. Christen had played a butcher, baker, and candlestick maker in made-for-streaming chick flicks.
“Don’t do that”, Crystal’s voice cut off the pesky, intrusive thoughts. Christen turned to her best friend and offered a small smile.
This was her chance to show that she was more than just a theatre actress who only got Netflix love interest roles. This was her chance to show that she could be a movie star, too. Christen Press, star of the silver screen.
“I didn’t do anything”, she replied softly.
“I see you getting all in your head about this; don’t. You’re good”, Crystal smiled. “You know your lines, you look great. You’re a Tony-nominated actress, remember?” She gave Christen’s arm a squeeze in reassurance. “None of these other people on this set can say that”.
“Right”, she sighed out, taking deep breaths to try and centre herself. The crew moved around her like ants, but she stood still and focused on her breathing. Her breathing and her affirmations.
In – you’re just as talented. Out – show them what you’ve got. In – you’re a star already. Out – no need to prove yourself to anyone.
She opened her eyes again and smiled at the slightly shorter woman next to her. “I feel better”.
“Good job”, Crystal said and handed her the script. “Wanna read through your lines for this scene again?”
Christen hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on Tobin. She couldn’t help it. There was something about the woman that ought to be admired, even from a far. Tobin was brilliant, poised, and somehow she had the ability to be standing just a few feet away, but seem so beyond reach still.
A voice called her name, pulling Christen from her thoughts again.
She turned to find the director, Megan, smiling warmly at her. “Your hair and make-up look great!”, she said and gave a nod of approval as she appraised her. “It’s almost time for your first scene. You ready?”
Christen’s nerves twisted in her stomach, but she still gave a bright smile. “Ready as you need me to be”, she muttered and laughed – too loud and awkward that it made Tobin Heath look up from her script. Suddenly, her face bore a curious expression, and her gaze met Christen’s.
“Cool, well… I wanted to introduce you to your co-star. And now seems like as a good a time as any”, Megan said and gestured in the direction of Tobin and the woman she seemed to be running lines with. “Come on”. Megan walked ahead, with Christen and Crystal in tow. “You’ve never met her, right?”
“Uh-uh”, Christen said and shook her head in the negative in a too-juvenile kind of way that made her cringe inwardly.
She’d only ever seen Tobin through a screen. In one of her many stellar films, or on the red carpet. Or on the cover of glossy magazines. Or one stage, receiving the highest honour a film actor could ever get.
But she’d heard stories. Matt, a Netflix co-star and Hollywood friend, once took an acting class with Tobin. And from what Matt said, Tobin was standoffish and curt. He’d also done a few scenes with her for a fantasy adventure film, and noted that she often had a problem with the way things were being done on set; and that she didn’t really respect the director’s authority. He said she mostly kept to herself; and that she didn’t engage with her co-stars.
Famously private, there wasn’t much Tobin Heath shared with the world. No one knew anything about her, save for the few lines on her Wikipedia page (that couldn’t be proven true of false anyway).
When she went on the usual press stops – Jimmy Kimmel and Jimmy Fallon or Vogue 73 Questions or The Puppy Interview for Buzzfeed– she was always friendly and often talked about her love of dogs, love of surfing and love of art.
But during those interviews, she usually just talked about her films in great detail. Never about what she did when she wasn’t on set; nothing about who she did it with. Though, there were the rumours. There always were.
“Well, she’s great. A real pro”, Megan assured. “Wish we’d done a screentest with you guys, but we were pressed for time. Tobin had another project that only wrapped last week”.
“Oh”.
“She’s in high demand”, Megan chuckled. She walked up to the woman, and with a certain familiarity that had surely been fostered over time, she wrapped her arm around Tobin’s shoulder. “Miss Heath”.
“Miss Rapinoe, you’re crinkling my shirt”, Tobin said, harshly but with a smile on her lips. Scratched that – a smile on her gorgeous lips.
“I think your character would be a bit crinkled anyway – she’s driven all the way out her”, Megan gestured to their surroundings.
“Perhaps”, Tobin smiled. Then, her gaze flickered over to Christen. Christen was frozen in place. “Hi there”, she spoke in a calm, melodic voice. “I’m Tobin”. She stuck a hand out.
“Um… hi—Chr-Christen Press”.
“Are you sure?”, Megan teased.
“Sorry, I’m… Hi”, Christen said and grabbed Tobin’s hand, hoping her own wasn’t too clammy. “Nice to meet you; sorry; I’m a—”
“She’s a big fan”, Crystal injected, saving her friend from any further embarrassment. “I’m Crystal; assistant and best friend”.
“Good to meet you”, Tobin said, her smile small but warm. “Both of you”.
Christen exhaled softly, though the flutter in her chest went nowhere. It felt like a hundred butterflies just flapping their wings inside her. Tobin seemed nice, at least at first introductions. There was an odd warmth about how the woman looked at her and greeted her. And the sparks she felt when their hands touched for the first time was odd, too.
“The set looks great, right?”, Tobin then spoke up, looking around at the section of the street that had been transformed into 1950’s Monaco.
“Yeah, it’s—we’ve been transported back in time”, Christen said, feeling a little more comfortable speaking up after the warm way Tobin greeted them.
“Oh, this is Katie. Sort of like an assistant, too”, Tobin said and nodded toward the woman stood beside her. “She’s also great for running lines with”.
Megan excused herself to make some final adjustments to the camera placements. Crystal and Katie found a place in the shade, leaving Christen alone with Tobin for the first time.
Christen had always admired the woman’s work, and now they were just a few feet apart. It didn’t feel like real life.
Tobin’s brown eyes seemed to scan her face and then her full form. “Get the feeling you’re a little nervous”, she noted, leaning in ever-so-slightly.
“Yeah”, Christen said as a mirthless chuckle escaped her lips. “This is my first starring role in a film, and it’s with you… And it’s directed by the Megan Rapinoe… It’s a lot for a first day”.
Tobin smiled, the kind of smile that felt more comforting than anything else. “That was me once – exactly where you are right now. Nervous, unsure”, she said and shrugged easily. “Imagine it, a twenty-one-year-old kid fresh outta college and I’m expected to do a scene with Meryl Streep. Like, name-brand Meryl Street – the real deal”.
Christen chuckled, gently biting at the inside of her lower lip.
“So, if I can do a scene with her, then you can get through a scene with little ‘ol me. You’ll be fine”, Tobin promised softly. “If you’d excuse me, I need a sip of water before we get this show on the road”. She gave a nod, then stepped off to the side where her assistant was waiting with S.Pellegrino and a metal straw.
Christen bit back a smile. As far as interactions go, that actually went quite well. Tobin was… well, she was nice. Friendly and welcoming. She wasn’t at all the reputation that preceded her.
Minutes later the call of ‘places everyone, places’ startled Christen. She turned away from the make-up artist and hairstylist and made her way to the front of the red Ferrari 250. Half sitting, half leaning against the hood of the car. Between her lips a thin, prop cigarette that an assistant set alight for her.
“Alright; scene 5, take 1 – ACTION”
Christen, as Bianca Belmont, tugged on the cigarette. She’d practiced smoking by buying a pack of Marlboro and sneaking of one Crystal’s vapes every so often.
“The Monaco skyline never gets old, does it?”, Tobin as Elaine Everly said from behind. The voice is velvety smooth, and the dialect and sound of it is expertly 1950’s.
“You get used to it”, Bianca said, and Christen’s French accent is practiced and believable.
“I don’t think that such beauty can ever age”. Elaine joined her in leaning back of the hood of the red car. “It stays”. Her final words directed at the woman, as she eyes no longer look over the water and instead stare at Bianca.
“I would ask what you’re doing here, Elaine, but I already know”. She turned, and their faces were inches apart. “I always know”.
“Why is it that you run, but only to the places I can always find you?”
“Why is that you chase?”
“Bianca…”
“Why is it that after so many years, Elaine, so many heartbreaks, do you still chase me?”
A beat. A glorious pause between the line deliveries.
Christen’s gaze dropped to the woman’s lips – and that was not in the script.
“Because the thrill of finding you is better than any love I’ve ever made with him”. Elaine turned, her hand subtly moving to cover Bianca’s. “So I chase – in the hopes that I keep finding you”.
“But then you always let me go again”.
“You untether yourself from me, Bianca. How many mornings have I woken and found my bed, our bed, empty? I chase, because you run”.
“I run because you hurt me”.
“I hurt you because I love you”.
“You love me because I’m all you’ve ever known”.
“I—”
“But you don’t know me anymore, cherie”. Bianca sighed softly, brushing the tip of her nose along Elaine’s jaw (and that was in the script).
“And CUT! Oh my lord”, Megan yelled from her director’s chair. “Oh honey, I think we’ve got a hit on our hands!”
Christen’s world returned with sharp clarity; she blinked, and she was back to reality. But only now her breath was ragged as she pulled away from Tobin. Her skin felt tight, her body buzzing with the aftereffects of the heavy scene. She hadn’t realised how much she had given of herself until the moment was over.
Tobin, on the other hand, took a shallow breath and motioned for her water. She gave a small smile in Christen’s direction. “Well done”, she said quietly.
“That was incredible, both of you”, Megan said as she walked over. “The chemistry… was chemistry-ing”.
“Oh, well…”, Christen laughed softly.
“You two are going to knock this shit right outta the park”, the diminutive director continued. “Alright, let’s take a five!”
Christen’s cheeks still flushed from the praise. She turned in desperate search of Crystal. “Did I just do that?”, she asked through gritted teeth when she reached her best friend.
“Killed it”, Crystal nodded in approval.
They shot two more scenes in the same location; but at a later stage of the film. And Christen had no problem going back to that place and pulling out all the real and raw emotions required for such emotionally charged scenes.
Tobin met her there, intense and scorned and desperate in love. Well, her character anyway.
What impressed Christen most was the way Tobin could go off-book so quickly. A week ago she was working on another project, but it seemed as if though the woman knew the script by heart.
They don’t flub their lines once, and the emotions remain a living thing between their two characters. It’s the sort of give-and-take Christen was used to in the theatre. No second takes, no calls for lines – just passionate dialogue that played almost like a tennis match. A back-and-forth worthy of the name.
“You’ve got a real talent for this”, she said before she could stop herself. It was during a quick five, and she wished she hadn’t said anything. Of course Tobin, the Oscar winner, had talent.
But, instead of getting offended, the woman smiled. “It’s not easy to let go, not easy to get to… that place. And sometimes I need my scene partner to help me get there… You do”. Her voice was low, but sincere. “And once I’m there, once we’re both there… Once we both get lost in the same dream – that’s where the magic happens”.
Christen swallowed thickly; she hadn’t expected to feel like this. And she definitely hadn’t expected Tobin to be this complimentary.
“H-how do you know? How do you I know when I’m there? Lost with you?”
Tobin gave a lopsided grin. “You’ll know”.
Christen watched as the woman turned away to chat with the cinematographer, indicating how she’d like the tracking shots to move to add dynamism to the scene.
She stood there, almost in disbelief. Tobin Heath exceeded every last one of her expectations.
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By the time the first day of principal shooting wrapped, Christen’s head was a maze – full of twists and turns and thoughts and emotions. The scenes with Tobin had left her more shaken than she thought they would.
There was definitely a connection there – even if just a professional one. She hadn’t anticipated such an intense chemistry so quickly. She thought that it would take time to build a rapport with Tobin and get to the place where they’d make believable love interests. It usually took her a while to fully trust a scene partner; though she supposed the guys she worked with at Netflix studios were no Tobin Heath.
And now, as the evening sky stretched over Monaco, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was on its way to happening. She didn’t feel the same actress she felt this morning.
The hotel they booked for her was elegant and opulent – Monaco was a place of utter luxury, and the Hotel Hermitage was no exception. The production company spared no expense, and Christen could get used to this.
“Netflix never gave us digs like this”, Crystal said as she plopped herself down on the bed. “Did you see the marble floors in the lobby? The sparkling chandeliers?”
“Fancy”, Christen said distractedly. She was fresh from a shower and pulled at the hem of the knee-length A-line dress she had on.
“It really is fancy; I mean, even Tobin Heath is staying here”.
“She is?”, Christen asked, her head swiveling at the mention of the woman’s name.
“Yeah, her assistant told me”.
Christen nodded, trying to play it off as if though it wasn’t a big deal. It really shouldn’t be, but it was. And just the mere mention of Tobin’s name shouldn’t make her heart start racing, but it did.
“Anyway; I’m gonna FaceTime my man and then meet you for drinks and dinner, yeah?”, Crystal said as she held up her phone.
“So, I’ll be having drinks and dinner alone then”, Christen sighed, knowing Crystal lost all concept of time when she was on the phone with Pierre.
“No, I’ll be down there in like, fifteen minutes”. Fifteen minutes translated to an hour.
Christen nodded, the grabbed the dark red purse that matched her dress perfectly. She tousled her natural curls and applied the deep cherry lipstick she loved. She wasn’t exactly Tobin Heath levels of fame, so navigating drinks and dinner at a luxury hotel in Monaco without her assistant wouldn’t be too hard.
But as she gold elevator doors opened on the floor with the restaurant where Crystal had made reservations, Christen was greeted by a buzz of excitement from a small crowd milling about.
Her heart sank when she realised that they were gathered around Tobin. The fans had their phones raised high as they encircled Tobin, speaking French and English and calling her name. Tobin smiled, lowering the dark shades she had on, posing for a few pictures.
Tobin’s fame hit home again from Christen. The actress was constantly in the spotlight; always under the watchful gaze of the paparazzi and of adorning fans. She had no privacy, no escape from this.
Christen couldn’t help but feel a little protective over Tobin Heath now; the woman seemed a sweet, quiet soul. She hardly knew her, but she wanted to help her get away from the crowd.
She beckoned a waitron over and greeted in her best French. “Would you please escort Miss Heath from the lobby and guide her to the bar?”, she asked.
The young man nodded, then strode over and made apologies as he guided Tobin away from the small crowd. He delivered her to the bar, where Tobin looked up in surprise when she saw Christen.
“I was praying for a small miracle”, Tobin smiled. “Merci… Antoine”, she read the name tag of the man who had gotten her safely to the bar. She pulled a few bank notes from the inside pocket of her blazer and handed it to him. Then, once he left, she turned her attention to Christen. “Was this your bright idea?”
“I tried”, Christen said with a small smile.
“Well, thank you”, the brunette said with a subtle nod of her head. “I didn’t think I would get that level of attention here”, she confessed. “I sometimes travel with security, but usually in the U.S or the UK. I thought I’d be safe in bougie Monaco”.
“Guess you underestimated your reach”, Christen smiled. “I… I can’t imagine what that must be like; being in the spotlight all the time”.
“It’s… strange”, Tobin murmured. She nodded at the bartender. “Martini, please. And you?”
The question threw Christen for a two-second loop. “Oh, um… Old Fashioned?”
“Of course”, the bartender said with a smile and turned to start making their drinks.
“One minute you’re just an actress doing your job. The next you’re… You wake up and you gained a hundred thousand new Instagram followers and you’re on the cover of Vogue or Vanity Fair… All of a sudden you can’t just go to Trader Joe’s or the local Equinox. It’s weird. But I don’t feel famous”.
“You have an Oscar, a Golden Globe and you’ve hosted Saturday Night Live”, Christen rapped off. “You’re definitely famous”.
Tobin chuckled softly and the sound moved through Christen like a bolt of electricity. “Please tell me you’ve not seen my SNL episode; I was horrible”.
“I saw a few skits, and I thought you were good”, Christen smiled. “A future queen of comedy?”
“No, I’ll leave that to the professionals”.
The bartender places their drinks down and Christen is thankful for the reprieve, because Tobin’s laugh and her low voice and the fact that their knees were touching… It was becoming a little too much.
“Does it ever get tiring? You know… the fans and the pictures?”, Christen asked, taking small sips of her cocktail. “Life in the limelight?”
“I feel like complaining about being fame is a bit out of touch; with everything else going on in the world”, Tobin shrugged. “But, between you and me – it’s exhausting”.
Christen nodded. She turned her head slightly, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the harbour. The moon played off across the inky water, the stars looked beautiful.
“So… what was the movie?”, Tobin asked and it broke the stillness between them.
Christen looked at her, a wrinkle of confusion etched between her brows. “What do you mean?”
“What was the movie that made you want to be an actor?”, Tobin spoke into her martini glass.
“Les Mis; the play”, Christen said with a soft smile as the memories of her and her grandmother watching the traveling production of Les Mis when she was twelve years old. That was her favourite summer; they went every other night. “I wanted to play Fantine; wanted to perform I Dreamed A Dream on the biggest stage, on Broadway”.
“Have you gotten to do that yet?”
Christen’s smile was wistful. “No, not yet. But I’ve been fortunate to be in many stellar productions, so I can’t complain. And with everything going on in the world, it’d be a little out of touch”.
“Mhm”, Tobin nodded.
“What about you? What was your movie?”
“Boys Don’t Cry”, Tobin said and took a slow sip. “I was fifteen when I first saw it, and it—it wrecked me. I walked away feeling things I’d… never felt before. It was perfect, sad but… perfect. It stayed with me”.
“The good films always do”, Christen hummed.
“I think that’s what makes a good film a great one. It never really leaves you; you lose a piece of yourself and it gets replaced by a piece of that movie”.
Christen nodded, even though she didn’t fully understand the verbiage. But it sounded deep, and she appreciated the honesty and sincerity with which Tobin spoke. She appreciated learning something personal about the woman who was so mysterious to everyone else.
“And maybe I’ll never make a Boys Don’t Cry, but I like to think that my movies can mean something to someone out there, you know?”
“Of course they do; you’re wonderful… in all you roles. Not just the Oscar-winning ones”.
Tobin laugh was low and easy, the smile on her face was the warmest Christen had seen in a while.
“You like Rogue: Legend of Legions, do you?”, Tobin chuckled through the question.
“I happen to love high fantasy movies – escaping to another world? It’s like going to my happy place”.
Tobin took another sip of her cocktail, that movie-star smile of hers sparkling. “I’ll keep that in mind when I’m busy making film seven out of a million”.
“I love that series just keeps going”, Christen smiled.
“Hmm… That’s why in-between the fantasy blockbusters, I do movies like The Bluest Coast. And I like making queer movies with happy endings, so this was the perfect project for me”.
“So, none of the Hollywood queer torture porn for you?”, Christen asked with a small smile, her stomach feeling as if it was tied up in knots now. Wrong road, Christen. Wrong road her inner voice began to say.
“Never; seen enough of that in real life”, Tobin shrugged, her smile smaller but still beautiful. “That’s why I love working with Megan; she gets it”. She finished her drink and then turned to the fancy watch on her wrist. “I’m supposed to meet some friends for dinner at a different restaurant”.
“Oh, okay”, Christen said, and tried her best to hide her disappointment. “Hope you don’t get mobbed on your way out”.
“My car…” Tobin checked phone. “… is waiting outside, so I should be good”. She called for the bartender and said, “Put the drinks on my tab, please. As well as anything else she orders”.
“I probably won’t be drinking a lot; the second day of shooting tomorrow”, Christen laughed weakly.
“Still; have a nightcap on me”, Tobin flashed that million-dollar smile before making herself scarce.
And after another Old Fashioned, Christen headed toward elevators with light feet and a mind buzzing with the thrill of the evening; of being so close to Tobin and learning so much about her. And this was just day one. What else would the woman share? What would she learn on day two? And three? And four? What would the next seventy days reveal about Tobin Heath? And what would it reveal about her?
As Christen stepped into her hotel room and closed the door behind her, she let out a long sigh. Crystal was in her own room, still talking and laughing with Pierre.
She kicked off her heels and walked over to her balcony, taking in the stunning view of Monaco at night; a million golden lights that sparkle and rival the stars. She breathed in slowly. In and then out; the same method she always did when she felt too much.
The FaceTime notification brought her back there and then. She picked her phone out of her purse and swiped. Elijah popped up, his eyes big and bright and blue.
The tightness in her chest at the sight of her face… It wasn’t supposed to feel that way; but it always did.
“Hey, baby!”, Elijah spoke, his smile warm and his voice deep and steady.
“Hi”, Christen replied, faking a smile despite the flutter in her chest. Whenever she saw him, or spoke with him, or even kissed him – something bloomed in her chest. Something akin to affection, and yet… something that didn’t feel enough.
“How’s it going out there?”, he asked, his tone was light and cheerful. “I saw some photos from your first day; you looked great”.
“Yeah, everything’s… It’s good here”, Christen said, leaning against the French doors that led to the balcony. “Monaco is so beautiful… It’s everything I dreamed it would be. The people are nice, too”.
“Thought you said the director was a bit obnoxious”.
“She was okay today”, Christen said, remembering how nice and normal Megan had been earlier. “I, um, I met Tobin Heath today, too”.
“Nice! How was she? Heard she’s a bit of an asshole”, Elijah said, narrowing his eyes. “Did she give you any trouble?”
“No, no – she was great”, she said, her voice catching for a split second. Elijah worked in PR, so she was sure he might have heard some Tobin Heath tea in the corridors, but whatever he heard was wrong – disproven today. Tobin wasn’t an asshole; not to her, anyway. “No, she was… helpful. Professional”.
“Okay; as long as you’re vibing”, Elijah nodded.
“Yeah… we are”.
A few seconds of silence passed between them before Elijah’s face softened. “I can’t wait to see you, baby. I miss you”.
Christen’s smile was small – localised to only her lips because it never reached her eyes. “Miss you, too”.
She wished she missed him more; wished she cared about him more.
“And I know you’re busy, but don’t even worry about wedding planning. My mom linked up with yours and they’re going ham with it”, he said and chuckled.
Christen’s breath hitched again; her pulse quickened at his words. It wasn’t like she didn’t know about the engagement; she had a ring to prove it. She had excited parents and a best friend ready to play maid of honour. Still, his words hit her like a tonne of bricks.
Wedding planning. Wedding. Marriage.
“I can’t wait to be with you, Chris. I’ve been thinking about how perfect it’s gonna be. You and me, baby, for the rest of our lives… That just sounds right”.
“I know, I can’t wait either”, she said and forced a smile. Thankfully she was a good enough actor to play the part. “Listen, Eli, I gotta go. Early morning tomorrow”.
“Of course, baby, I get it”, he smiled. “I love you and miss you.
“Same here”, Christen said too quickly.
She hung up and put her phone on Do Not Disturb. Then, she stripped out of her dress and underwear, opting for soft boxer shorts and a ratty Lady Gaga tee-shirt she couldn’t bring herself to throw away even though it was faded and full of holes.
All she wanted to do was lay in bed, in her dark bedroom with the city lights sneaking through the window. All she wanted to do was stare up at the ceiling and replay the day over in her head. And every scene with Tobin Heath got more than one replay.