It is 6:00 in the morning. I’m standing outside Albert Grey’s house–my male MC from PULL. I’ve got a bone to pick with Albert, and this is the only time I can do it.
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Me: [rings doorbell, shooting dirty looks at the security camera in the corner of the doorframe]
Two full minutes pass.
I ring the bell again. Finally, the door opens.
Albert: Oh, you’ve got to be bloody kidding me.
Me: Save it, Grey. We’ve got things to talk about before I take Baby Girl to daycare. Can I come in?
Albert: [rubs a hand across his stubbly cheek] I’m not awake enough to think of a legitimate reason you can’t, so . . . sure.
Me: You have coffee, right?
Albert: Of course. I’m friends with Rosie, remember? And you gave her a raving caffeine addiction, so I have to keep the pot full at all times.
Me: [pushes past him into the house] Yeah, she might have inherited that little detail from me. Anybody else awake?
Albert: No. [closes the door] Just curious, how did you get here? You don’t live in London.
Me: Um, magic. Helloooo. Don’t you know authors can always find their characters, no matter what? And that time and space mean nothing to us?
Albert: Do you actually know you’re crazy, or do you just live in blissful ignorance?
Me: Blissful ignorance. What’s happening with your hair, by the way?
Albert: [runs a hand through his curly black hair, which is sticking up in a series of creative peaks on one side of his head] It’s called “bed head.” It happens when people roll out of bed to let their lunatic author into their house at the crack of dawn.
Me: [narrows eyes] I’m not sure I appreciate your sass.
Albert: You have only yourself to blame for my personality.
Me: So let’s talk about your little conversation with Rosie yesterday. Where did that come from? I had no idea you had such an . . . interesting past.
Albert: Yeah, Rosie was pretty shocked by all that, too. But I think she’s come to terms with it now.
Me: [winks] Yeah, I bet she has.
Albert: Stop it. You’re going to be late for work.
I leave with a smile. Albert has a way of diffusing even the worst of bad moods.