Re: Facetime: Cris/Sam
[She's sitting on the garage floor, PJ's stuff all over, but no PJ in sight. She tugs on the white camiseta's drooping neckline, and she looks inside it, yeah? The thing gapes indecent at the sides, and she shakes her head and looks back up at the phone.] Nah. Nothing here, papi. Could it be anywhere else?