Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt pill. This is a contemporary romance which is still untitled. I hope you enjoy my characters journey.
“I don’t think I can bear the cold weather,” he said.
“What should I say? Within the next few weeks, I’ll lose my golden tan.”
“You can always go to the tanning salon.”
“Nah. I know the sun isn’t good for you, but the tanning salon is worse.”
He extended his hand. “I’m Robbie Rossitilo.”
“I’m Jill Trantinali,” she said shaking his hand.
“My family comes from Sicily high in the mountains. How about you?”
“Venice. My great grandfather use to guide the gondola down the channels delivering shrimp and fish he had caught during the night.”
“From what my mom told me, my great grandfather was a farmer.”
“See we have something in common. Both our grandfather was in food services.”
Jill opened her bottle of seltzer and took a sip before twisting the cap back on. It looked like the conversation between the two of them was fading. Glaring at Robbie out of the corner of her eye, she watched him put his briefcase, which more than likely had a laptop in it, on the floor in front of him leaning it against the chair.
“Do you have a job in New York?” he asked leaning his back against the arm of his seat.
“No. I don’t. The show I was writing for wasn’t renewed.”
“What show did you write for?”
“In Another Time.”
Robbie’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me. That show has been on since I was a kid. I remember my grandmother watching it.”
Jill frowned. “Soap Operas are dwindling down. It seems people would rather watch talk shows and reality television.”
Robbie nodded in agreement. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, leading Jill to come to the conclusion that the conversation between them had went dead. Why does she always have to run her mouth and say a little too much about herself. Jill turned her head to face him and when their gazed met he smiled.
“I’m sorry to hear about your job. It sucks. It’s excuse the French a shitty business to be in. The turnover is huge in TV.”
“I’m just thankful that I had twenty-eight years writing on the show. I always liked introducing new characters to keep the plots fresh. How many secret babies and kidnapping can you do…”
“I might be able to help you.”
“You can?” she asked her eyes popping open.
“I just came off a six month shoot on a new pilot drama, comedy. We can use you’re expertise on the staff.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Not at all.”
Jill stopped talking. This was a dream. Opportunities like this didn’t happen to her. The sound of the airline attendant’s cart approached them. Coming from behind the curtain she could hear the sound of laughter. Laughter. That was a new word in her vocabulary. The last few years of her life had been hideous; more tears than laughter. Her therapist had advised she continue with her therapy in New York. After finding her husband in bed with their housekeeper, she had a breakdown. Every time she thought about what her husband did to her, she would pop a pill. Without her doctor knowing she started weaning herself off of them. She was prepared to start her life over again.
“Thank you, Robbie.”
They talked the rest of the way home making the six hour trip pass by quickly. By the time the plane landed, they realized that they knew a lot of the same people. As the plane emptied out, they stayed in their seats talking about the New York Mets and Yankees. They liked opposite teams, however they shared an interest in the Giants and the Rangers. He told her he had season tickets on the fifty yard line and would love for her to go with him.