Elara's eyes lingered on Ziva's face, the way her eyes seemed to shine as if she had just stumbled on a hidden treasure. Then without saying anything, she reached for the pen Carris had placed on the table and flipped to the page that needed her signature.
"You're sure about this?" she asked softly, the pen hovering just above the paper. "My reputation… are you sure it won't drag you down?"
Carris looked at her, then let out a short scoff. "What are you talking about?" he said. "I've listened to your songs. I know your talent and what you can do. That's what matters, not reputation or rumors."
"Yes exactly," Ziva chimed in, adjusting her glasses. "Please don't start acting like you're some fragile glass that will shatter because people are talking. If talent could be canceled by gossip, half the industry would have retired by now."
Elara let out a small scoff at Ziva's shamelessness. Then she shook her head gently before lowering the pen and scribbling her name across the line.
