this love • gracie abrams

026 what a day

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
what a day
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"SO tell me about her."

"well she's the main character so i probably won't die, plot armour. not really a fleshed out character since it's y'know a action movie and more focused on that, but the audition script i read made her seem cool, smart and stuff," charlotte replied. "if i land the role shooting will start early december, so it'll be soon."

"where?" gracie asked.

charlotte cracked a smile, "new york, here, don't worry hun."

"i wasn't worrying," gracie mumbled, cheeks pink as she brought her food to her mouth.

charlotte frowned, "yeah? you weren't gonna miss me if i filmed somewhere else like canada or europe," she pouted.

gracie sighed and shook her head, "mm no, don't think so. why?" she curiously asked.

charlotte playfully rolled her eyes and gently jabbed at her leg with her heel from under the table.

"ow!" gracie laughed, then reaching for her hand from across the table. "i'm kidding, i'd miss you so much that i'd audition myself for one of the roles."

charlotte laughed with a toothy smile, "yeah? well there's a role of a girl, kay, and when i read the script they were kinda giving girlfriends so maybe you could be her."

gracie's expression dropped, "wait. are you playing your first queer character?!"

"no, unfortunately they're not canon , they don't kiss or anything either," charlotte sighed. "just picked up on some subtext while reading." she examined gracie's face seeing a small hint of relief which made her smirk. "why, would you not want me kissing other girls for work?"

gracie scoffed but had a guilty look, "not its okay," she truthfully said. "but i don't know... i guess it's cause i've only ever seen you kiss boys on screen," she shrugged, "girls are... different."

charlotte wore a shit-eating grin, "mm, so you'd be jealous?" she leaned in and zeroed in on gracie's red face.

gracie popped her lips, folding her arms and looking down to the side, "maybe," she carelessly said, then moving just her eyes to charlotte, "but you are obsessed with me so i'm sure we have nothing to worry about," she quietly rasped, slyly smirking.

charlotte hummed, "right. yeah, and i'm sure you'll scare em off me anyways."

gracie cocked a brow, "why's that?"

charlotte shrugged, "you're not that subtle at letting people know when you're jealous. possessive, really."

gracie glared at her.

the candle between them illuminated charlotte's low sultry gaze into her eyes, "it's hot. babe," she said spaced out and bluntly.

gracie bit into her lip and sank back into her chair with her head swirling, "hm."

their waiter reappeared to refill their extravagantly priced wines as requested, pulling them out of their heating staring.

"thank you so much," charlotte smiled.

just then another waiter followed in.

"and here's dessert," said the first one as the second one placed down a small gorgeous strawberry cheesecake. the only problem was,

"oh?" charlotte titled her head. "sorry, we didn't order this i don't think?"

"oh no worries, ms, parker, it's on the house for you and ms. abrams," the first waiter replied.