Mal: What are you doing for fun?
Lacey: I don't have time for fun.
Mal: Ever?
Lacey: Not since I moved out. Why?
Mal: Come over tomorrow.
Lacey: To your place?
Mal: Yes.
Lacey: But I'm the one booty calling you?
Mal: Yeah.
Lacey: I reject these claims.
Mal: I'll make a note. I need to be sure you're in for the video. Our timeline got pushed up.
Lacey: Something wrong?
Mal: Boring shit with the label. It's good, overall, but it means we need to do this fast. I need to know you're prepared to direct the Tangled video.
Those butterflies in my stomach demand my attention. I want to direct Mal's video. No, I need to.
But it's also fucking terrifying, taking on a job this big.
Knowing it means putting in notice with Danielle sooner rather than later.
Knowing it means letting go of the only stable thing in my life.
This is a great opportunity.
I can't turn it down.
Lacey: I'm in. A hundred percent in.
Mal: Good. Come to my place tomorrow. Eleven a.m.
Lacey: Eleven a.m.?!?!?
Mal: I'll make tea.
Lacey: Still.
Mal: It will be worth it. The place is nice. Big. Quiet. Beach-adjacent.
Lacey: Should I bring a bikini?
Mal: If you want to swim without getting arrested.
Lacey: Your place?
Mal: We can meet somewhere else.
Lacey: No. I'm good with your place.