Chapter Seven
With my face feeling like it's covered in dried-out cake frosting, I grab hold of the snowboard and step into the photo shoot area. Mia joins me minutes later with a fresh coat of makeup on her face. Not like she needed it.
“Give me a minute to set up your shot.” The photographer moves between the camera and the lights, talking with his assistant.
The two of us stand there with the green screen behind us, looking anywhere but at each other.
“You training later?” I ask, hoping to fill the void of awkward silence that’s developed between us.
She glances at me and then the ground. “No, the halfpipe has been a killer to get on at night. Not worth it to wait forever for only one run.”
That was the wrong question to ask since I've been boarding down my own halfpipe Gasoline E
