Picking up a pencil, Viv began with her first line, outlining posture, positioning, expression— And a soft knock at the door startled her. She frowned and ignored it. Whoever it was should know better than to disturb her when she was making her notes after a day’s filming. But the knock came again, firmer this time. With a tight sigh, she got up, crossed the room, and yanked the door open. “This had better be bloody import—oh.” Viv folded her arms across the front of her shift and arched a brow. “Rowan. Everything all right?” Rowan’s stance was casual; her script rolled loose in one hand. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said, with just enough edge that Viv suspected she wasn’t, at all. “I knew you’d be working notes after today’s shoot, and I wanted – can I come in for a second? It’s about tomorrow’s scene.” Viv hesitated, but then curiosity got the better of her. “Of course.”
Viv already knows Rowan is trouble. That's hardly going to stop her inviting her IN, though... 😂💘
For this week's #lesficfri prompt, #sorry, here's a little excerpt from #AThousandReasons
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