"Where did he go?"
She turned and saw Eve standing there, hair all-a-mess and eyes still dark from sleep. She hated Eve a little bit in that moment, clearly co-dependent, just waking up in the car after their last performance. She looked haunted and slightly panicked, picking at the sleeves of her oversized white sweater, still sleep-fuzzed and wondering what happened to the other half of her existence.
She gestured over her shoulder and Eve smiled as she saw him and caught his eye.
"I'll say that I walked into a door."
"And they'll say, 'Oh honey, we all know that's code for "Mark hit me in the face."'"
"Exactly. No, wait...knowing me, they'll probably think I really walked into a door. So I'll just cut out the confusion and tell them you hit me in the face."
"And they'll say 'Oh honey, we all know that's code for "I walked into a door."'"
