Erica woke up. Her bedsheets were smooth Egyptian cotton, very high range, very comfortable to sleep in. She yawned, remembering Zach. She texted him.
'Hey, we still up for today? I was thinking we could go to this little Italian place, let me know xx'
She wondered if she was being too forward. But she wanted to catch up, just to talk for once. God knows it had been a while since they actually spoke.
Jemma woke up groggy and dizzy. She looked around and found she was not in her own bed - it was way too fancy to be hers. She looked to her side where she saw the sleeping director. Of course. Why did she think she could get in acting by seeing an indie director? God, she was so stupid! She was disappointed in herself. She got out her phone and called Erica.
"Hey baby, I just got up." Erica purred. Jemma loved her morning voice.
"Hi." she whispered. "Erica, why am I so stupid?"
"Honey, just because you slept with him doesn't make them stupid... Is he hot?" Erica giggled.
"Wait..." Jemma lifted up the covers. "Wow, yeah. He is."
"Oh my god, Jemma." Erica scoffed. "Look, I need to get dressed. I might be seeing Zach today."
"Zach, Zach? Seriously?" Jemma laughed, quickly hushing. "What's up with that? I thought-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Erica was moving around. "Look, I gotta go."
"Okay, okay. Love you."
"Love you." Erica hung up.