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“Oh, my God. He is gorgeous.” Dakota said sincerely, looking at the photos on Lila’s phone. It made her wonder whether or not she would ever have children. “He could be a model, honestly.”

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“That’s so badass! Well now I think we definitely need to do it. The pool is kind of big, though, I feel like I need to buy more to give it the desired effect.” 

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“Oh, I’m sure he’s adorable.” Dakota said. “Have you got any pictures?” She asked. Lila was sweet and offered a nice change of pace to Dakota’s usually drab days, so she wanted to be engaging.

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“I ordered fifty of them online the other night. you can have as many as you want.” Dakota offered. “I kind of want to toss them all into the pool and see what happens.”

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“Me neither.” Dakota replied. “I love the rain. I used to live in the desert.” She added. Her old town usually didn’t come up much in conversation, but today she was feeling nostalgic and lonely. “I always told my parents that my dream was to live somewhere cold.” She said. “I think Chicago fits the bill half of the time.”

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Dakota grinned. “Thanks, you’re sweet. Sorry, I just rant about myself a lot. I’m a little selfish. What’s your baby’s name?”

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mb: @lavendersheetmask

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Daisy Ridley

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“It’s okay. Onto better things.” Dakota said, then shrugged. “Unfortunately, most of them are married.”  She joked.

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“God.” Dakota rolled her eyes. “This idiot is trying to sell me pressed pills I’ve never seen before for $40. I’m 100% sure that it’s either tylenol or meth and he got all defensive when I started to challenge him and just insisted it was a clean cut.” She said. “I’ve got a weed guy but he’s pretty much just good for that.” 

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“I’m dealing with the death of my career.” Dakota said, with a little melodramatic groan. “Sorry, that’s probably insensitive to the people who are dealing with real death.” She added. “My show’s a flop. I’m trying not to let it tank my career.”

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“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Dakota murmured. “I’m trying to like what I do.” She said, with a dry laugh. “It’s a little difficult lately.”

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“I know, God, I’m the fucking worst. Sorry, I lived in the City with a bunch of artists for years, it was pretty candid.” Dakota said, rolling her eyes. “I’m serious.” She added, then narrowed her eyes. “Unless...you’re actually a cop.” She suggested, folding her arms to mimic Benji.  “In which case I don’t even know what a molly is and have never rolled at any club. Ever.” She joked. 

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“Oh! That’s why you look so familiar. I thought I recognized those legs.” Dakota said, cracking a sly grin. “I saw you last week. I’m usually not partial to ballet but I really enjoyed myself.” She said. The tickets had been a gift from a producer who asked her to go and integrate herself into the arts scene more.

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“Oh, that’s good work too, I’m sure.” Dakota said, nodding. “That must have been hard when you first started out.”