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71• "Move in with me"

"Charlotte, great," she said after stealing a glance my way. She lowered the top of her laptop slightly and smiled at me, "I have some news."

I hugged my hefty stack of scripts and call sheets to my chest and slid onto a seat opposite her.

"So the execs on the project are finalizing the scheduling with the London WB branch and once final casting is complete, shooting will commence a few weeks after," she had a gleaming grin on her face, the smile she only gets when things fall into place.

"That's great news," I smiled back. I meant it. The last few months for Spencer had been a back-and-forth of unsuccessful and miscommunicated planning.

"It's fantastic. Once final, approved schedules are in place, I'll update you on how we'll proceed further," she said.

I nodded, "Okay. Sounds great."

18:07pm

Wafts of the sweet scent of freshly-made waffles wrapped the kitchen warmly. I don't know about you, but I consider cooking as an unconventional form of a mood. A cooking mood, for me, is a way for me to indulge myself in a comforting and stress-free activity after a day of activities riddled with nothing but stress. As for the waffles for dinner thing... is there really ever a bad time of day to eat waffles?

I added a few drops of vanilla extract to my mix. Lined up on the counter were a few topping options: chocolate syrup, maple syrup, whipped cream, blueberries, chocolate chips, icing sugar and cinnamon. Justin sat at a bar stool, opposite from me, at the counter. He had his eye on the toppings.

"You hungry?" I peered up at him.

"Trying to decide which ones will make the cut," he stared down the toppings as if the best ones would speak up and claim their place on his waffles.

"You still have time," I smiled, doing final mixing before pouring some of the mixture into the waffle maker, "Uhm, Justin?"

"Yeah?" His eyes shifted to me, leaving the toppings by the wayside.

"So I, uh, had lunch with Teal today," I decided the best way to bring up the topic of when exactly our anniversary is was to ease into it.

"Oh, yeah, how is she?" he asked.

"She's good. But anyway, she brought up something and it got me thinking and I just... wanna know what your opinion on it is," I directed a quick glance his way and then commenced putting the mixture into the waffle maker to produce the first couple of delicious waffles.

"Okay. What's up?"

"Well, she mentioned that our 6 month anniversary was in September of last year. Then she asked when our 1 year would be considering the... br—, well considering the time we weren't together and since our 1 year would've been next month if we had never... stopped being together. Yeah," I paused and looked at him, anticipating his response and reaction to the unexpected topic of conversation.

His eyes wandered as his expression mimicked thought. I watched him, anticipating.

"Well, even though we weren't together continuously; that we had a time we weren't a couple, I still think that time counts. We didn't stop loving each other in that time. I feel like discrediting all the time we were together and starting from scratch isn't fair. A lot of important growth as a couple happened in those first 6 months. And we had counted 6 months from knowing each other officially, not from dating each other officially. I know we can't pretend the breakup didn't happen, but I don't think we should pretend those 3 months didn't include us loving each other. I mean, for a month of that we were hanging out again... on the road back to each other," he expressed.