Rob’s admission about the night before made Jane choke on the smoke of her cigarette. Not only did he know, he [i]enjoyed[/i] it? It was possible she was overthinking what he said - applying her own meaning to his words. But as she mulled it over, bobbing further out into the pool towards him, she could only come to one conclusion: Rob enjoyed their impromptu night together. And that thought alone made Jane’s stomach flutter. “I, uh,” Jane stuttered, “I did too.” The end of her sentence was said through a smirk. Were they…flirting? Her mind flashed to Austin, his warning not to do anything stupid. But then again, Austin wasn’t here. Jane flicked her cigarette out into the yard and dove under the water, coming up for air just a foot away from Rob. The closest they’d been while conscious, anyway. It was also the first time Jane could really soak in the [i]new[/i] Rob. The tiny specks of gray in his hairline. The few crows feet tugging at the corners of his eyes. The years passed looked good on him. He’d become a real man without her in their years apart. And Jane didn’t want their to be any more years to count. She closed the little bit of distance between them and made a decision for the both of them, pulling him gently by the back of the neck and kissing him, her arms wrapping around him once he obliged. If you asked Jane to recount the details, she wouldn’t be able to. It could have been seconds, minutes. Adrenaline and desire had her in a haze, and she was soaking up every second of it. It was just her and Rob in that moment, and she was showing him how much she’d missed him in the best way she knew how. That was until Sam slid the back door open, and Jane jumped back, regret instantly washing over her. She couldn’t even look at him. “I wanted to talk to Rob about something with the mix,” Sam said flatly, already annoyed. Jane, not wanting to wait around for the consequences of her actions, swam to the steps and got herself up on her crutches. “I have a phone interview early in the morning, it’s fine,” she almost whispered, the lump in her throat forming. What had she done? “Good night, guys,” she called out to the both of them, keeping her tears back until she’d made it to her room. She’d ruined everything. “Hello?” A voice sounded on the other line. “I made out with him in the pool,” Jane cried. “Rob. I don’t know what I was thinking.” “Calm down,” Kody, her sponsor, said in her motherly tone. “I thought we were over him.” “I…I’m not. I’ve never been. I just…” More crying. “I promised Austin I’d keep the peace and focus on the music but, but I’m this stupid, impulsive-“ “Do you feel like you’re going to relapse?” She asked earnestly, even though she knew it’d annoy Jane. She probably did it just to snap her out of the cycle. “No…no,” Jane convinced herself, taking a deep breath. “No, I just feel like I fucked up. Bad.” [center]***[/center] [url= https://youtu.be/h-5JUqv8LcY]Here in Spirit[/url] was the song Jane’s phone chose for her 4:00 AM alarm, and there was only a moment of amnesiac bliss until the events of the night before came flooding back to her. Their first night that they agreed to put past aside, and she hits him with it like a brick. “Shit,” she grumbled as she dug in her nightstand for her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A New York based radio station would be calling her in a half hour for a phone interview, a “quick” one Evan promised, so it was up to her to become somewhat coherent before then. It didn’t help that Jane stayed up with Kody, who talked her off the edge and ended the call with a long, drawn out talk about the importance of remaining sober. There was a knock that came at her door at some point during the conversation, but she called out that she was on the phone. After two cigarettes and a cup of coffee, Jane answered the call. It was just an assistant at first, making sure the connection was good and going over with Evan, also on the line, the main talking points. Jane didn’t pay much attention, instead rolling a joint as her reward for waking up this early.  “Alright, Jane, we’re starting in ten seconds.” “Got it,” Jane replied. “You’ve got this!” Evan chimed in, annoyingly cheery for what time it was. “Uh huh.”  [b]Johnny: [/b] Alright everyone, we have a special treat. Jane Molloy, frontwoman of the band that used to rock our airwaves ten years ago, In Bloom!  [b]Jane: [/b] Thanks for having me, Johnny. They first discussed some of Jane’s current favorite bands, her favorite pizza place in New York, and her favorite set she ever played. Evan, who could only be heard by those on the line, gave Johnny the warning they had two minutes left. [b]Johnny: [/b] Now, let’s talk about Everything. It’s a fantastic song. [b]Jane: [/b] Thank you. [b]Johnny: [/b] Can you tell us about the inspiration behind the lyrics? There has been a lot of guessing from what I see, but we want to hear straight from the source. Jane froze. How did she not expect this question? [b]Jane: [/b] I, um. It’s… [i]Fuck it. Be honest.[/i] [b]Jane: [/b] It’s about losing someone you cared about…and how you wished you said more to them when you had the opportunity, because you feel like you can’t now. And I guess that’s been something on my mind lately. I’ve been dealing with a lot of regrets I have from the past. Evan, worrying about where the conversation was going, let them know it was time to wrap up, and after another thirty seconds of pleasantries, Johnny disconnected from the call. “Great job, Jane,” Evan sighed with relief. “We got the first interview out of the way.” “Have a little bit more faith in me, Evan,” Jane replied. “I’ve grown up a little.”