"Me too," she says.
"But I have to bring it while we're still here. I know. I know. I will. Just let me get some coffee."
"What are you so distracted about?"
My chest is tight. "Nothing. Nothing important."
She stares at me. It's friendly, but it's a demand too. "Right."
"Really."
"Jesus, how does your boyfriend deal with you? You're impossible."
"Why don't you call him by his name?" I ask.
She shrugs. "I better not get any calls from Luke asking what's wrong."
"He calls you?" It doesn't sound like Luke to ask anyone for help.
"It's happened." She motions to a set PA, a poor twenty-year-old texting on his cell phone. "Alan, bring Alyssa and me some coffees. Make a fresh pot. And plenty of sugar in both."
"And almond milk," I say.
"And almond milk," she yells.
She smirks as he rushes off to run her errand.
"Is that part of his job?"
Her face lights up. She's reveling in her power. "Hell no. But he does it. So what do I care?"
"You're such a humanitarian," I say.
Laurie's eyes narrow. She pushes her mass of curly hair behind her ears. "I am your best friend."
"True."
"And your boss."
"I almost forgot. It's been minutes since you reminded me."
She folds her arms. "You should tell me what's going on. In case it's a problem."
"Is that my friend or my boss talking?"
Laurie clears her throat. She's not sure. "Both. I'm concerned."
"It's not a big deal," I say. "But I was offered a role."
She gasps, trying desperately to wait until I'm finished.
Deep breath. I have to prove this isn't a big deal. "Nothing that will conflict with this show."
"Thank God."
"It's a play in New York."
I meet Laurie's gaze. Her eyes look even more intense framed by her bright red glasses. She's not fucking around, is she?