She had just scored the first live interview with Jillian Ashley! And it was a video interview too! Double scoop! All the other lesfic podcasts out there could suck it!
She looked back to Jillian. She really, really did not want to say goodbye yet.
“So, really, Jillian, thank you so much!”
“I had fun. This was interesting.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“So, what now?”
“Well, now I edit our recording. Don’t worry, I won’t edit it into making you look like a pro-Trump asshole.”
“That would definitely put a crimp in my book sales.”
Amy laughed.
“Right. Anyway, once I edit it, I’ll release it. Would you like me to send you an email when I do that?”
“Please!”
Amy’s mind was working furiously. They were at a natural stopping point now. She was sure Jillian was incredibly busy and as a good host, she should just let Jillian get back to her evening. But damn, she really didn’t want to do that!
Just ask her already!
“Hey, listen,” she started, “I’d really like to buy you coffee one day. Or a drink. As a thank you for appearing on my show. I’m live right next door in Carlsbad.”
“Oh my God, I’d love that!” Jillian responded instantly, making Amy’s heart soar. Amy thought she heard something fall in the background on Jillian’s end. Jillian looked off to her side in surprise and then returned her focus to Amy. “Just the cat,” Jillian said.
“Aww, I love cats! Anyway, um…coffee one day soon? I know the perfect place. How does Friday evening sound? I have a day job, so…”
Jillian laughed.
“I have a day job too, so I get it.”
“Really? And here I was thinking your legions of Jillian Ashley fans supported you entirely.”
“They do a good job of it, but my day job has a 401(k),” Jillian retorted.
“Ah, yes. So important to plan for the future,” Amy said.
They agreed on a time for Friday and then, reluctantly, Amy said goodbye and terminated the connection. When Jillian’s face disappeared from her monitor, Amy let out a deep breath.
“Oh my God!” she said aloud to no one. “Gorgeous!”
Chapter 8
“Coffee, Sally? Seriously?” Max was pacing in the den now. “You had to agree to meet for coffee?”
“What was I supposed to say when she asked?” Sally wondered, still feeling a buzz from Amy’s obvious attraction to her and the subtle flirting with each other they had done during the interview.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Max began. “You’re super busy, perhaps. You have a girlfriend. You’re one of those bubble people who can’t step outside. Anything!”
“Relax. It’s only coffee; it’s not going to turn into a TMZ exposé.”
“A what?”
“Never mind. Anyway, how could you expect me to not have coffee with her? She’s amazingly beautiful!”