Making A Call Who:: Chris and Tayne Where: Via the phone When: Friday, June 12th, early evening
Chris finally had a few minutes to sit down and not be writing. His editor was on his case about having a few pages as proof that he was making progress, so he'd knuckled down and spent the afternoon churning out something that would, theoretically, appease them.
He sighed, picked up the napkin Tayne had given him at the diner from the pile of stuff on the coffee table, and unfolded it. His lips moved soundlessly as he read the number and reached for his cell phone. Part of him wanted to know how the vision he'd had, had panned out and part of him didn't want to know.