(originally written 12/1/08)
“You know whose work I admire?” asked Erica.
“Whose?” questioned Derek.
They were lounging around in the captains’ room, Erica on a beanbag and Derek face down on the couch with his legs dangling off the arm. They enjoyed these lazy Friday afternoons following the weekly briefing, when they had no sense of responsibility until the next day when the vague idea of Monday’s homework kicked in. Sometimes they watched a movie, sometimes they played computer games against each other, but most of the time they ended up like this: sprawled out on the furniture while making idle conversation.
Erica turned over, and most of her hair escaped from its ponytail to fall across her cheek. She half-heartedly swept it back, only to have it fall back across her face again. She gave up and answered Derek’s query. “Frank Gehry. The man’s a weirdo, but you know I aspire to that sometimes.”
Derek made a sound of agreement into the couch cushions.
Rolling onto her feet, she went over to prod his static form. “You awake?”
“Yes,” he mumbled as he shifted onto his side to look at her. “You know Gehry designed some jewelry for Tiffany’s, right?”
“Blue box Tiffany’s? No, I didn’t know.” She sat down by his legs and leaned back onto them. “How did you know that?”
“We have them on loan. I wouldn’t have noticed, but Zev and Alex have been collaborating on a costume department database and they gave me a walkthrough on Tuesday.”
“Mmm,” she muttered.
Derek glanced over at her. His legs were going numb from her weight, but she was falling asleep and he didn’t feel like bothering her. She deserved a break after the past few weeks.