Twelve
Tessa: I’m here at the casting call. In the waiting room. There are other models here. We’re hanging out, waiting for our turn.
Andrew: Good. Also, that director has a hard job.
Tessa: You’d be amazed how many of them are gay. Makes things simpler sometimes.
Andrew: Do you still have clothes on?
Tessa: For the moment, yes. What are you doing?
Andrew: Right now? Sending Lightning Man on a mission to the underworld, where someone is posing as his evil twin. The evil twin has fooled Judy Gravity and Lightning Man must rescue Judy and save her life.
Tessa: …
Andrew: What?
Tessa: I think that might be the best answer I’ve ever read in my life.
Andrew: It’s just comics. It isn’t literal rocket science.
Tessa: Still, oh my god. Your life is very cool.
Andrew: Hello? Wheelchair.
Tessa: You’re still cool, sorry.
Andrew: You need a wider circle of friends.
Tessa: So we’re friends now?
Andrew: I admit nothing.
Tessa: They’re calling me, I gotta go.
Tessa: Okay, I’m changed and in the dressing room now. To prove I’m okay, here’s a selfie.
Andrew: I did not need a photo of you in your underwear.
Tessa: Technically not MY underwear, but you’re still lying. You liked it.
Andrew: I’ve deleted it.
Tessa: Okay, here’s another one.
Andrew: …
Tessa: You’re typing and not sending anything.
Andrew: …
Tessa: Still doing it.
Andrew: I’m terrified I’ll get another photo if I send anything.
Tessa: Send me one back.
Andrew: I’m dressed. And I don’t do selfies. Literally ever.