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“Anything Italian.”
She gives me a thumbs up. “Okay, we’ll see you guys back at the shelter in about fifteen minutes for an interview with Karla, the owner.” Nila taps her finger on the screen and then drops the phone to her side. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Not really,” I admit, stopping to pat Luna’s head. “But there’s no way I could do a livestream alone. It’d feel like I was talking to myself.”
“I get that.” She laughs, shoving the phone into the side pocket of her leggings. “But you did great. I’ll handle the interview with Karla. You just have to be there in the shot.”
I nod. “I can handle that.”
“Good ... I just have one question, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Why didn’t you answer what your perfect date is?”
I shrug, meeting her eyes. “Because it’s not the activity that makes the date perfect, it’s the person.”
Chapter Seven
Nila
“You’re doing a great job.” Frankie smiles at me as I enter the conference room. “His follower count has nearly doubled since you started posting two weeks ago, and the fight seems to be something of the past. I think we’re just about done here.”
I nod, unsure how I feel about it as I take a seat in one of the black leather chairs. It feels like too short of a stent, but maybe it’s just me—and the fact that I know Cameron won’t keep posting once I’m gone.
“You look concerned.” Frankie takes a seat at the head of the table. “What’s wrong?”
“I just ... Cameron isn’t big on making posts.”
“I see,” she hums, brushing some of her gray hair out of her face. “Maybe we need to focus on teaching him how to post, or maybe I could potentially hire someone to run his social media full-time. I’m afraid you’re out of our budget, but maybe you could assist in the process?”
I hesitate but then nod. “I can do that.” I started my own consulting company to get away from managing any one person’s account more than just temporarily, so the fact that I’m out of their budget makes it easier for me. “In the meantime, I can also coach Cameron on posting—if he’ll let me.”
Frankie laughs. “Cameron is as stubborn as they come, but he did well on the livestream. I think he just needs more time to adjust. Not everyone is comfortable in front of the camera. He’ll be here in about ten minutes. I’ll tell him the plan.”
I nod, my heart sinking into my chest. Frankie seems to think I’ve done a good job, so why does it feel like I haven’t been here long enough? As long as the client is satisfied, it shouldn’t matter, right?
I blink a few times as she scrolls through her phone, clicking and tapping on things.
“I love the post with his dad,” Frankie muses, looking over the top of her phone. “You took a great shot of him laughing, and then the comment about how important he is to Cam is great. That’s been by far the most engaging post. You really know how to win over hearts.”
“Thank you.” My eyes shift to the door, waiting for Cameron to walk in at any moment. I don’t even know if he’s looked at the posts I’ve made.
“You know, I liked the dating question on the livestream, too. I wish he would’ve answered it.”
He did.
And it was the perfect freaking answer.
The livestream showed me a whole different side of Cameron. His answers were surprising and unexpected … and I can’t help but want to know who he is behind his rough exterior…
“Yeah,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’m not sure he wants to focus on relationships.”
“He’s had a couple pretty high-profile romantic relationships,” Frankie continues, leaning back in her chair. “They were fairly public, but I don’t think anyone has ever asked him about them. That might be a good angle to draw out more attention. If people can see he’s a good boyfriend, that might add to the support.”
“Maybe,” I admit. “It’ll gain attention—everyone is always interested in that side of someone’s life. The whole world wants to know what goes on behind closed doors.”
She nods. “Let’s maybe try and do some relationship Q&A with him.”
