she’d hinted at her arrival ( she hadn’t ) ; but still ... what else , or who else , did matthew donovan have the time of day for ? it’s not like he was some big actor or anything , hell , blaze was lucky if she could name three of the projects he’d been in ... kidding. if anything , her presence should’ve been a blessing , a gift that was a rarity ; but when it gave , it kept on giving. the engine roared as she flew down the driveway , bypassing the luxurious security system , one hand barely grazing the steering wheel while she laid on the horn. like a bull in a china shop , that ever so pleasant evening air was tainted by the heavy bass that thudded from the fm radio of her brand new whip. was it an impulse purchase ? perhaps. tires screeched , guaranteeing her mark be left right at the actor’s doorstep for eternity –– or at least until he snapped his fingers , inviting a crew to repair the piece of history.
" jesus christ , ” if only there was a way to contact him without leaving the comfort of her driver’s seat ; like a portable phone , no strings attached –– would’ve been even cooler if she could write a message instead. with her patience wearing thin , she tossed her head back and jammed the heel of her palm into the horn just one more time. “ come on , i know you’re in there , ” she mumbled to herself , and then finally , a familiar face emerged from what seemed like an abyss. “ damn , man , am i interrupting something ? what took you so long ? ” she shot him that million dollar grin. / @fortuitcus
