"When are you going to let me meet him?"
"Meet who?" Melody looked up from her soup with a frown.
"Adam, who else?" Marianne asked, looking directly at her daughter with a seriousness that made it clear she wasn't joking.
Melody sighed inwardly. She still hadn't finalised an actor to play Adam, despite the looming deadline of her mother's eagerness. A few portfolios had come in from the casting agency, but none had quite fit what she had in mind. Or rather, none matched up to the charm and looks of the real Adam. She thought back to him now- his quiet, unreadable expression, the steady way he observed people, and the unintentional weight he carried into every room, making it impossible for anyone to turn their gaze away form him. She shook her head at the thought, which only prompted a deeper frown from Marianne.
"What is it? Did you have a fight with him?" her mother asked, part teasing, part genuinely concerned.
