The Last Firework
"And I heard you."
"Then why are you still walking away?"
I was about to answer when Claire knocked lightly on the open door.
"Sorry," she said, looking at me first. "Lily Monroe is outside. She says she needs Adrian for wardrobe."
Adrian closed his eyes for half a second.
Of course she was here.
A moment later, Lily appeared behind Claire in a white stage dress under an oversized coat, her hair pinned up loosely, cheeks flushed from the rain. She stopped when she saw me, then looked from me to Adrian with a small, careful smile.