I drove home after another “photo shoot”.
Every Tuesday and Friday pretty much, I was supposed to go to Phillipe’s and take some pictures with Bradley. He was pretty cool actually-it was weird that he wasn’t freaked out by this at all though. But hey, with 20% of the cash, every thing was fine.
He told me several times that I was lucky-normally this isn’t how things work. It’s very rarely so civil and the fact that I was getting 30% of the money was completely incredible.
I finally got home and checked the messages.
“Hey baby, it’s Jake…look I know you’re probably mad at me still but…could you call? I miss you…” Then there was the click.
I immediately picked up my phone and called his number, I couldn’t stay mad at him.
“Hello?”
“Jake?”
“Yeah, hey Cynthia. I’m sorry ok? I didn’t really give you much of a chance to explain your side, but even still, it’s your life. Forgive me?”
I smiled, which was pointless when on the phone, “Yeah, it’s cool.”
I could tell he smiled when he said, “Good. Love you babe.”