Give Sabrina a call

You immediately climb out of the bed and phone up Sabrina. Something like this can’t wait for a text. You start to pace back and forth while the cell rings. It goes to a voice message.

“Sabrina? It’s John. Listen… I sent you a file last night, I don’t know if you saw it yet or not, but it was a rough draft that I was working on half asleep, half drunk. Please, just delete it and forget I ever sent it… I’ll send you something better today, I promise! Uh… so… call me back when you get this? I hope you have a good day!”

You send the message and stare at your phone with the slightest hope that Sabrina calls you back right away.

“Well, you did all you could, Tiger!” Skylar cheers you on.

“We’d better head out,” Chelsea says, giving you a consoling pat on the back.

The ladies leave your apartment, so you use your alone time to grab a shower. When you come out, you check your phone. No message. You raid your fridge for leftovers to have for breakfast. As you eat, you glance at your phone every so often to see if Sabrina got back to you. Still nothing. You grow antsy with the waiting and are tempted to call again or text, but would rather not appear too **** in case that causes enough intrigue for her to check the video out. Instead, you get to work on the new edit so that you’ll have something to send her and talk about.

As you run through the editor program, you find that you don’t really have to do much to the first half of your rough cut to make it usable. You split it into sections, add in a few shots and rearrange a few things so that it looks smoother and cleaner, then finish it up and send it to Sabrina.

The last half of the original cut is unsalvageable. Not only does the content not fit for Sabrina’s page, her face shows up in a majority of the shots. You file that part away and start working on content for Skylar.

You are toiling away for most of the day before you notice your cell buzzing. You glance at the time. It’s late afternoon. You’ve been working with your nose to the grindstone for a while without noticing. Next, you see who’s calling. It’s from Sabrina! You immediately answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey… I got your vid… your latest one… it’s good!” Sabrina says.

You breathe a sigh of relief. At the very least, she’s still talking with you.

“And the video I sent last night?” you ask nervously.

“Oh… yeah, I got your voice message about that…” she answers slowly. “I actually didn’t have time to look. Liv and I took Emma out for brunch. It was totally awkward! You should have been there!”

You chuckle, feeling the stress that had built up during the day suddenly melt away. “Is she ready to move out yet?” you ask.

“Not yet, but I’m sure she’ll get there. She ended up wearing headphones through the night to drown out our sex moans. I found her in them when we got up! Can you believe we woke up before that lazy bum?”

“Unbelievable,” you say.

“I’m going to have to put up with her for the rest of the weekend. Hopefully I’ll be able to convince her to move back home by then,” Sabrina sighs.

“You’re not going to try and help her get a job and live on her own?” you ask.

“Not my problem,” Sabrina huffs. “She’s supposed to be looking for a job right now, but I bet she’s just online shopping.” There’s a silent pause before Sabrina tells you, “Hey… turn your cam on… the one you left in my room...”