He pulled up the image on the monitor. Millie hopped off the stool, padded over, and peered at the screen.
The door to the studio opened, and Millie Bobby Brown walked in. No entourage swarm, just her and a single assistant. She was smaller than he expected, wrapped in an oversized cream sweater that swallowed her hands. But her eyes—those famous, dark, fathomless eyes—were exactly the right size. They had seen too much too young, Jerome thought. They looked like they remembered a war. millie bobby brown headshot
"Hi," she said, her voice a low, steady hum. "Let’s get it over with so I can go eat pasta." He pulled up the image on the monitor