Midge is normally pretty confident in herself and her abilities. She knows she’s good. Now she has to get others to see it.

She drinks more of her water, then puts the glass on the nightstand. Laying down, she cuddles up to Robert’s side, putting a hand on his chest.

“You lied to me,” she says, her fingers stroking through his chest hair. “You said you never smile and I don’t think you’ve stopped smiling since you left that party.”