Dinah was sitting on the couch when Camila walked out of her room the following morning. "Tell me there's coffee," Camila said, on her way to the kitchen.
"It was real, wasn't it?"
Camila stopped and turned to face Dinah, simultaneously searching her brain for the missing pieces of the conversation. Coming up blank, she said, "What?"
Dinah stared at her from the couch and then she sighed, somewhat dramatically. "The jacket,"‖she said, as if it were obvious.
"Is this one of those times when you decide to engage me in a random improv exercise without telling me and I spend half an hour wondering what the hell you're talking about, only to find out later you're just fucking with my head? 'Cause if it is, I don't have time today."
"I'm talking about the Prada jacket on your bed," Dinah said. "Are you dating some sort of older, rich, power dyke that can't be seen with you? Holy shit, is she a politician?"
Camila was stunned. "You got all that from a jacket?"
"Oh, my God, she's a politician? How old is she? No, scratch that, how rich is she? No, wait, how did you even meet a politician, you hate politics. Wait... too many questions... I can't focus."
Camila shook her head and walked the rest of the way to the kitchen to find an empty pot.
"You didn't make coffee?"
"I did, but I drank it."
"The whole thing?"
"Don't change the subject! You're dating a politician!"
Camila expelled a breath. "I'm not dating a politician."
"Oh." Dinah sounded disappointed. "So... what, then? Some corporate big shot? Ooh, is she like the CEO of something?"
Camila hated lying and sooner or later she would have to tell Dinah the truth. But now was not the time. Besides, she'd have to talk to Lauren about it. "What makes you think I'm dating anyone? Maybe I'm playing the field."
Dinah snorted. "You? Right." But she seemed to consider the idea. "Can I give you some advice, as someone who's been gay longer than you?"
Camila leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms. "You're not gay."
"Uh, helloooooo!" Dinah held up the screenplay and waved it around. "My advice is not to settle for the first lesbian that crosses your path, okay? Sure, she might be fun for now and it's new and all that, but odds are that you'll be able to do better. I mean, look at me, I came out when I was fifteen and my first girlfriend, Sarah Solantis, was... you know, ugly. And now, years later, I'm hooking up with Lauren Jauregui. You need a goal. Now, I'm not saying you'll ever get someone like Lauren Jauregui, obviously, but still, a goal is good."
Camila nodded slowly, buying enough time to fully process the layers of irony and nonsense. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you."
"Seriously, Camila, who the fuck is she? You're killing me here. Give me a hint. Tell me if she's at the very least not as dull as Nathan."
Camila smiled. Driving Dinah nuts gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. "I've got to get to school. I'll catch you later. "‖
"Wait!"‖ Dinah yelled as Camila started to walk away. "You'll be there tomorrow, right?"
Camila turned around slowly, worried suddenly. "Ah...where?"‖
"My scene with Lauren, we're filming it tomorrow. You'll be there, yes?"
Camila couldn't quite imagine anything more awkward than watching her best friend get it on with her... Was Lauren her girlfriend? Had they established that officially? "I have class," she said.
