Page 45 of Keeping Zita

“Is it accurate?” she asked with a sparkle in her eye. “I mean, I don’t want to waste my time if it’s all made up to sell books.”

“It’s pretty good.”

She laughed. “I have no idea what that means. But don’t tell me. If I knew half of what you actually did, it would probably terrify me.”

She wasn’t exactly wrong. The book was fairly accurate, but it left out a lot of the more harrowing things Obi-Wan and those like him did on a regular basis. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Great. Because the place I’m bringing you to this morning is awesome. You’ll roll out of there.”

Zita grinned. “Because that’s something every girl wants to do.”

Obi-Wan headed for the door, grabbed her purse off the counter on his way. “Damn, this thing is heavy!” he said, surprised. He held it out to her.

She took it with a grin. “A girl’s gotta have her things.”

“Things meaning your medical equipment, just in case, right?”

“Exactly.”

The trip to the diner was smooth, as there wasn’t much traffic out yet, but Obi-Wan knew the place he was taking her to would be packed, as it usually was on weekday mornings. It didn’t look like anything special from the outside, but the food was top-notch and filling. And a local favorite.

There was a relatively short wait before they were escorted to a booth toward the back of the restaurant. Obi-Wan was tempted to sit next to Zita instead of across from her, but didn’t want to scare her off this early in their relationship.

Could he call what they had a relationship? He thought so, but he had no idea what the woman across from him thought.

“Did you go back to sleep after I left?” he asked, after they’d ordered coffee. She’d woken up when he’d attempted to slip out from under her earlier that morning.

“Not really. I mean, I dozed, but as comfortable as your chair is, it’s not as comfy without you in it with me.”

And just like that, his cock was hard again, damn it. But her words made Obi-Wan feel good. Really good. And hopefully answered his earlier question about whether they were in a relationship or not.

“Not sure that chair will ever be the same for me again either,” he told her.

“So…what’s good here?”

Recognizing her attempt at lightening the conversation, Obi-Wan obliged. “Everything. Seriously, you can’t go wrong with whatever you order. The waffles, the eggs, the omelets, it’s all amazing.”

After they ordered, Obi-Wan leaned his elbows on the table as he held his mug of coffee in his hands. “So…what can I expect from this next stage in the film? What’s it like on location?”

Zita had no problem telling him all about what to expect and how things would go. They would have long days out in the woods, the director would be grumpy as hell, the camera operators, sound department, wardrobe, hair and makeup, grip department, lighting, and everyone else would be doing their best to stay out of the way, and yet still be immediately available for whatever was needed.

It sounded like it would be chaotic as hell, an environment Obi-Wan thrived on.

“But there will also be some down time. And it’ll be boring at times, because while there are other actors out there besides Logan, like the ones portraying the soldiers looking for him, most of the scenes are centered around the star. A lot of shots will just be him in the woods.”

Obi-Wan nodded. He understood that. This film was different in general, in that the majority of the scenes were just Logan’s character and what he goes through alone in the wilderness. He’d seen the script, had gone over it with a fine-tooth comb.

What he was looking forward to most were the scenes with the choppers…naturally.

Their food arrived, and as he’d told Zita, everything looked delicious. She’d ordered strawberry waffles with a side of bacon and a bowl of fruit, and he’d gotten the meat lover’s omelet, which was absolutely huge.

As they ate, Obi-Wan’s thoughts turned to the film’s other star. “Carmen won’t be there, right?” he asked, wanting to make sure.

“No, thank goodness. She and Logan have a few more scenes to film, but they have to wait for when he gets home and regains his muscle and weight, because they’re scenes from the beginning of the movie, before he’s on the run in the woods.”

“That’s good news.”