The shoot ended, as it often did, with laughter and a take they couldn’t use—a moment where Vikki kissed Brooke’s cheek and Brooke blushed, forgetting her lines.
“Knows what?”
Vikki shuffled out in an oversized band tee and Brooke’s yoga pants. She didn’t say good morning. She just leaned her forehead against Brooke’s shoulder blade and sighed.
“Coffee?” Brooke asked.