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AMBER
Nothing different. Keep your tie knotted for once or slick your hair.
NOAH
Why should I slick my hair?
AMBER
It’s in the way half the time. It looks like a nest because you won’t stop raking your hand through it every two seconds.
NOAH
I thought you liked my hair.
AMBER
What in God’s name would make you think that?
NOAH
Maybe because you always stare at it?
Especially when I ‘rake’ my hands through it or was I imagining that?
AMBER
…
I have no idea what you’re talking about. What hair?
Get ready for Thursday and don’t be late.
NOAH
As you wish, m’lady.
“AMBER, HI! THANKS FOR agreeing to do this.”
She shut the door to the press room, a wide smile gracing her face. “Hi, Trent. Thanks for inviting me back.”
“Are you kidding? We loved you! The whole crew was in stitches the entire interview. Everyone agreed you needed to come by again.”
Amber flushed. “I had a blast. Thanks for fitting us in. Have you seen Noah? I told him not to be late.”
Trent shook his head. “It wasn’t a problem at all. I should thank you for the miracle I witnessed this morning.”
“Miracle?”
“I would’ve never guessed our student body president had a funny bone. He and his friends have been here since 7:00 AM. We were all waiting on you.”
Amber blinked in surprise. Noah had gotten to school so early? He hadn’t exactly jumped at the news that they would have an interview. She had fully expected to hunt him down and drag him into the press room. Maybe his nerves had forced him into arriving early. A twinge of guilt ran through her at the thought of Noah tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep because she’d forced him to come for the interview. She shook the guilt off as Evelyn spotted her and came over.
“Hi, Amber. You look so pretty. I love your hair,” she gushed.
Amber skimmed her waves self-consciously. They were the main reason she’d been late. Beverly had the hair inspo saved on her board for weeks and Amber had finally given it a try. It had taken a few bobby pins, and help from Dottie to get the style right. The front of her hair had been parted in sections and crisscrossed, held back with colorful little hair ties. Dottie had suggested the gemstones.
“Thank you.” She blushed lightly. “I hear Noah’s here?”
