Jennie
Five straight days of filming, and I finally had a Saturday off. It was time to get some extra sleep and do laundry and get caught up with life. Since we shot at multiple locations each day, running home in between, I was constantly changing my clothes and getting glam done, and my apartment had definitely taken a beating. Clothes were all over the floor of my closet, shoes hadn't been put away, and my kitchen counters held the remnants of every snack and meal I'd tried to scarf down until I ran out of time and had to leave for the next shot.
I'd always been so neat and tidy.
I didn't know what the hell had happened to me this past week.
After making a full pot of coffee and filling the largest mug I could find in the cabinet, I threw on some yoga pants and a tank top, twisting my hair on top of my head to get started on the kitchen. Not having a single moment to cook, everything I'd eaten since I'd moved in was takeout. There were delivery boxes everywhere in addition to the empty wine bottles from when my costars had come over, water bottles, and granola bar wrappers.
I finished the dishes and organized the condiments and leftovers in the fridge, making a list of everything I wanted to pick up from the grocery store. I left the list by my purse, so I wouldn't forget it, and I went into my room to attack the laundry.
I separated the piles and carried them down the hallway to the laundry room. There were several machines, and most were available, so I loaded the colors into one, the whites into another, and while I was putting the towels into a third, there was someone whispering behind me.
When I'd walked in, I remembered seeing a couple standing in front of the dryers, folding their clothes on the closed lid. The sound had to have come from them.
I finished dumping in the soap and turned around, waving once I made eye contact.
They waved back, and the woman said, "Are you Jennie Kim?"
I was surprised to hear my name. "Yes."
"I thought so," she said. "I'm Elizabeth, and this is my boyfriend, Doug. We live five doors down from you."
I smiled. "Nice to meet you both."
"We saw you filming in the lobby the other day," Doug said. "When is the show going to air?"
"It's a big surprise, even for us." I tossed the now-empty laundry bag over my shoulder. "I think they're afraid we'll tell everyone, but I'm hoping it's in the next couple of months."
"Doug just opened a mobile detailing company," Elizabeth said. "You know, maybe you could mention something about it on the show or give him a shout-out on social media?"
"Elizabeth—"
"What?" she said as she looked at her boyfriend. "The girl's about to be super famous—she practically already is. Can you imagine what that could do for your business?"
Another thing I'd noticed about this town: no one was afraid to ask for favors.
"Give me one of your cards," she said to Doug.
He reached into his wallet and removed a business card, and she came over and handed it to me.
"All of his info is on there. We'd really appreciate whatever you can do for us."
I checked out the logo and website, and when I glanced up, she hadn't moved, her expression telling me she was expecting an answer.
"All of the products mentioned on the show are paid placements," I told her, tucking the card into the top of my yoga pants. "But I'd be happy to send your info to the studio, and they'll get in touch."
