Page 51 of His & Hers

“You’re driving him crazy.”

“Hmm. I just know if he sees me with you-”

We were interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

“Delia, open the door,” commanded a voice as I looked over to her. She loosened my shirt, ruffling my hair as she wiped the lipstick from her finger over my lips.

“Ready?” she whispered, opening the door a crack breathlessly. “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

I chuckled to myself at her acting skills before checking my phone.

ZANE:

I’m bored. What are you doing?

I typed out, unable to resist texting Layla. I dropped my phone into my pocket as the large man named Marty pushed into the bathroom, making it much smaller than it needed to be.

“Uh, I’ll just be outside...” I murmured, slipping past his bulky frame as he glared at me with anger.

“A break, Marty!” I heard Delia trill from inside the bathroom, the door closing softly behind me. My phone vibrated in my pocket as I saw a response.

LAYLA:

I’m bored too. It’s a Saturday night, and you’re an escort. Are you really bored?!

ZANE:

Even more so. I’d rather be curled up in bed watching Netflix.

LAYLA:

That’s so me right now.

ZANE:

Not fair. I’m at a party, but I think my time is coming to an end. I’m thinking a quick shower, black coffee, and a film…

LAYLA: Coffee at this hour?

I smiled as I ordered an Uber, ignoring the hungry stares from the woman standing across the street from me. She dragged on a cigarette, gazing at me as I averted my eyes.

ZANE:

Yeah, of course. I can’t sleep as soon as I get in. I have to unwind. What have you been doing today?

LAYLA: Wedding crap. Boring.

There it was, the reminder if I ever needed one. She was getting married.

ZANE:

Sounds like it.

LAYLA:

Haha. You have no idea.

ZANE: