Distraction | Greyston & Meghan
greystonwolfholt:
She had been reading this script all day. Since she got up at eight, until this very moment. If Meghan were being honest, the words were growing blurry, and her mind was shutting down after reading them over too much. Over-preparing is a thing, she reminded herself. It was just a cameo on a show, and nothing more. It was a relief when she saw the invitation to go out to lunch appear on her phone. A break, finally.
Meghan darted around her temporary abode; after breaking up with John things were a little messy in her life right now, but she refused to let that show. Throwing on a casual shirt and jeans, she took her keys and headed to this little Caribbean place Greyston had suggested.
When she pulled up Meghan struggled to find a space, understandable at 4pm, but she parked around the corner, safely enough, and made her way to the front of the resturant, sending him a quick text when she settled outside of it.
TEXT to Greyston: I’m outside. You better not stand me up, Mr.