“So, Mr. Holt,” Janie says, all pink and flustered, “I loved your last documentary. I heard you’re working on a movie next. What’s it about?” “It hasn’t been announced.” He truncates the words, his expression shut down. He looks over his shoulder like the restroom might offer an escape from this banality. “Oh, you can tell us,” Janie cajoles. One dark, imperious brow elevates. “But I don’t want to.” Okayyyyy.
