"I want to do a different one for you this time, Callan." Liam scribbled down the last measurement he took of Callan on his notepad.

He sat on the armchair in his office and flashed his friend a tired smile.

"You good?" Callan asked, his eyes stony. He sucked at caring. It always didn't seem genuine even though he meant it.

"Yeah, just nervous and shit. You know? I was nominated and I am kind of nervous about the whole thing. What if I don't win? They shouldn't have added my name to the ...