In the studio, Amy and her producer were busy working things out. They were listening to the audio as other music assistants hired by Jeff were doing last minute check-up. For some reason, she wore her heart on her sleeves. She was nervous and she wasn't even denying it. When Jeff walked in, she smiled and exhaled before walking to him with an exaggerated amount of tiredness.
Jeff opened his hands for her with a smile and an eye roll. "My life is difficult!" she complained with a babyish voice, rubbing her face on his chest. Hmm, his cologne was heavenly.
"I'm so sorry, my little firecracker, but hey I brought you lunch." He was playing along and she knew that.
