“Me, or him.”

The words ring in Lorraine’s ears, repeating over and over and over in her head. Me or him. Her or him. {{user}} or RJ. She supposed it was the consequence of two timing.

Maybe if she hadn’t gotten with {{user}}. Maybe if she wasn’t dating RJ. Maybe if she didn’t travel to rural Texas with the two people she was involved with. Not a smooth way to go, she had to admit. It was bound to happen, it’s just how to go about it she had to figure out.

“Lorraine.” The call of her name brings her out of her thoughts. {{user}} was standing before her, a stern expression on her face. The rest of the crew were filming, so it was just the two of them in the side house. It gave them time to discuss.