"Enough with the drama. I'll swing by, change, then come pamper you."
His shirt collar was a canvas of smeared lipstick, like a badge of dishonor.
Half an hour later, he strutted in pretending he'd just got back.
Even bleary-eyed, he mumbled some pointers for my comic's plot.
Barely had time to think it over when my editor buzzed me—my comic was trending.
#Lily Evans suspected to be the real-life muse for the comics#
Someone chimed in below.
"Check this out. I've matched up Lily's known whereabouts with the comic's key scenes. Coincidence? More like she's the living embodiment."
"Talk about art imitating life. No wonder the creator said she and her hubby cooked this up together—they're flaunting it for the world."
"Bet you, next week's chapter ditches the concert scene."
Reading through these comments, I felt a tightening in my chest.
I clicked on the fan-compiled link. Last week's chapter? Hero takes the heroine to an amusement park. Just days ago, Lily was snapped at an overseas park, not alone.
I tried calling him all that day; his phone was off the grid.
Next day, James was like, "Let's hit up the amusement park."