"Good," she says, her smile growing a little more relaxed, a little more genuine. She truly has no idea what it must be like, writing like that, being on a schedule, needing to produce something to have to his editor by a certain date. What she does is creative itself in a way, she's a performer on most levels, but she can't tell Caden that.

Not yet.

There are days when she thinks she should, that she'll have to, but she's never been sure how to approach it. Maybe she can just forget it, leave it alone. It isn't as if she's actively working now anyway, not since Miami.

"So what's this one about?" she asks with a teasing grin. "Was it heavily inspired by yours truly?"