Letting her occupy my mind any further was a bad idea, only serving to make me depressed. I didn’t have time to be depressed. I needed to focus my energy on getting ahead in my acting career. So I spent my free time the next couple of days preparing a mailing of my headshot and resume to agents and thinking about new venues where I could try out material; I was getting tired of the ones I usually went to. Dylan and I exchanged quite a few texts during this time, which made it easier to push Hannah out of my mind. The first text especially helped cheering me up. It came only an hour after Dylan had left my apartment. It contained a selfie of Dylan, grinning like a madman, and the words This is how I’m feeling right now. Seeing Dylan’s goofy photo cracked me up. It had been so unexpected. I fired off a text. LOL! Is that you on a caffeine high? My phone buzzed with a reply. No, that’s me on a Nina high. I don’t need coffee after a night with you… I sent back a smiley face with a heart attached.
