“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why are you here at seven in the morning?” Her long brown hair was in a high, messy pony; her makeup was expertly done to highlight her hazel eyes, and she wore the tightest sundress, despite it being October, to highlight her massive chest. “Sorry, did I wake you?” She cocked an eyebrow as she looked my wrinkled dress up and down with condescension. “I know you don’t want to hear about it, but something huge has happened with the movie.” “The movie? I thought it was a documentary.”
