*Serene POV*
I could barely contain my laughter as Damon walked in. He looked at me slightly perplexed and asked me if his hair was standing up or something. I gestured for him to sit down, and he obliged.
“I just heard some hilarious gossip,” I told him. He rolled his eyes at me and seemed about to protest.
“No, no,” I refuted, placing my hand over his and insisting he listen. “I just overheard some kids chit-chatting about our show and Rufus’s show. They seem to have some inside information about the studios.”
“Oh, yes, our most reliable news source: children,” he joked at the same time he was playing with my fingers.
“Okay, okay,” I confessed while giggling. “I know it's not fact-checked, but basically, what they said was the studio producing Rufus’ show is bleeding dry. No one’s tuning in to their program because of our show!”
“Victory!” he exclaimed happily, kissing my hands with subtle pecks from his plump lips. “You keep saying ‘our show’. It’s your show, you know?”
