conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Jay, LIONHEART, Indiana with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Under The Lights'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.. End with the sentence '"
  I smile and nod and occasionally chime in as she talks about her soon-to-be home, but the more she talks about the things she can't wait to see and experience, the bigger the lead ball in the pit of my stomach gets, and not just because my best friend's going to be in a different time zone.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Under The Lights
  He snorts. "Yeah, maybe." Then he pulls out his phone. "Still no text from Van. Guess they're still shopping."
  He frowns. "I know. Trust me, I know all about parental douchebags. But you've got a kickass party set up, and people are gonna get here soon, and that guy's just gonna get lost in the crowd. Let's let the fact that Ally's leaving be the only thing that blows about tonight, okay?"
  It's such a childish, Liam pep talk, but it works; his Yoda shit always does. I take a deep breath and look around. "Yeah, let's go get another beer."
  I smile and nod and occasionally chime in as she talks about her soon-to-be home, but the more she talks about the things she can't wait to see and experience, the bigger the lead ball in the pit of my stomach gets, and not just because my best friend's going to be in a different time zone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I watch in the mirror as she slips out the door, and then I apply another coat of lip gloss to replace the one I just left on her mouth. My hand is shaking like crazy, and it takes three attempts to get it on neatly. I have one eye on my phone the entire time, but it never lights up. I toss the gloss back in my purse and pick up the phone, opening my own text.
  I let myself out of the bathroom and start back for the table, only to see that Josh and Co. have already made themselves comfortable there under the watchful eye of the camera. I don't, however, see Bri anywhere. Then Josh spots me, and I know I can't go looking.
  I'm still holding my phone, so I just hold it up with a little wiggle of my hand to imply I was on a phone call and plaster a smile on my face as I join them. "Where'd Bri go?" I ask, keeping my voice neutral as Josh pulls a chair over for me.
  The subject turns to what it'd presumably been when I'd shown up—stupid gossip no doubt planted by Chuck and his team—and I return to thinking about where I can possibly go tonight to get some time alone with my thoughts and away from my parents. And then I realize the answer's right next to me. I kick Josh in the ankle, startling him from the conversation he didn't really seem that into anyway.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I head back to where Pelin's sitting with our breakfast, the sun shining on her perfect, camera-ready skin. "Let's get this party started. I need to get into that baklava already." I offer myself to be mic'd up, then take my seat back at the table. "Lights, camera"—Pelin smiles at me before taking a tiny bite, then licking the honey off her lips—"and my personal favorite: action."
  Endless gratitude to my critique partners, Gina Ciocca, Marieke Nijkamp, and the aforementioned Maggie Hall, for figuring out all the ways this story was broken and helping me glue the right parts together. I'm forever awed by your skills at saving what I think is hopeless, and so in love with how far we've all come together. Best year ever? Best year ever.
  Yoni—you are above and beyond the love interests of stories, even the ones whose abs have their own fan clubs. You are more than I knew a partner could be. Thank you for being by my side through everything, always.