Chapter 9
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"I can't believe we're going to work together," Christian says for the third time.
I eat my frozen yogurt that he bought me to cheer me up and look at him lifelessly.
"Come on Lisa! It will be fun, I promise! The sets are always great and there's free food..."
I perk up instantly and ignore the sidewalk stars to avert my attention to my boyfriend.
"Really?"
He nods and smiles victoriously gripping my attention.
His phone goes off loudly and he stops walking, holding a hand up and saying he'll be right
back.
I watch him go to the side of a building and talk quietly, probably something secret about the
movie.
As my yogurt is done with, I throw it out and scan the palm tree that's next to the trash can.
These things line the sidewalks artfully and I wonder why they have no braches in the trunk.
There aren't any palms in new York, so I decide to do a little experiment and see if it's easy to
climb.
Stepping on the bulbous bottom, I lift my other foot on top of the trash can and use that to push
myself up high.
Climbing like a panda bear, I inch my way to the top until I'm right up where the leafs are
sprouting out the top.
Coconuts?
Free coconut milk!
Trying to yank the fruit off, I pull and tug, ultimately having to yank the stem around in circles
before it snaps unexpectedly.
I nearly fall down, so I grip the tree in a tight hug as the coconut falls down and thunks
strangely.
"Ow! f**k!"
I cringe and glance down below me to see Christian rubbing his head and looking up with
confusion. His face turns to one of exasperation when he notices me and shakes his head.
Slightly embarrassed, I slide down the tree slowly, stepping onto the trashcan and into Christian's
extended arms as he helps me down.
"Sorry," I apologise weakly.
He shakes his head and throws an arm around me.
"We're definitely putting you in acrobatic practice. Maybe the producers will even pay for it if
they use some of the moves in their production. Speaking of, we need to fly back home
tomorrow. We have that dinner party with my family the next day on Friday and then then the
following Monday is when production starts."
I bubble my cheeks full of air. This is going to be a busy week.
Christian pokes one of my cheeks to make the air come out in a strange squeaking noise.
"I'll have to call Abel and ask for some kind of leave."
Christian nods and asks if I want to go somewhere special for dinner.
Obviously, we have to spend as much time having fun in LA until our flight tomorrow.
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