Ziva's breath hitched immediately, the glow from the screen reflecting brightly in her wide fever glossed eyes.
Even Elara had to wonder if this was truly the same woman who had spent the whole afternoon wrapped in blankets moving around like a dying orphan with a tragic backstory.
"Elara, look at the numbers. These people aren't just listening, they're obsessed," Ziva said shoving the phone dramatically toward Elara's face.
Elara stared at the screen, not even knowing how to react. Under the title of the song, the comments were an absolute flood.
"We did it," Ziva whispered looking close to tears. "Even without Voice, Rye, or any other industry vultures breathing down our necks."
"Carris," Elara reminded quietly.
Ziva rolled her eyes instantly. "Fine. Congratulations to both of you talented emotionally complicated singers."
Elara didn't argue. She simply kept staring at the screen though a small smile was already threatening the corners of her lips.
