She plugged in her headphone and switched on her microphone.
"I'm here," she said softly, not wanting to startle him. "You're going to speak today, aren't you?"
"Yeah." His voice was raspy and low, making him sound like he was just getting out of bed in that moment after a long night of strenuous activity. She sat cross-legged on the chair, her stomach tingling with excitement as he relished the low timbre of his voice.
"So, I was saying. The only person who has sex hair is the man I am going to watch on screen tomorrow," she repeated. She heard him take a gulp of something and couldn't help but ask. "Are you drinking, too?"
"It's been a long day, love. Of course, I am. I can't bear to part with a strong drink, anymore." The words rolled out of his mouth and left her speechless. There was something familiar about his voice. Just like last time, she tried to remember where exactly she had heard it.
