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for the web series, if I were hired. I really like cinéma-vérité because I get to interact with you. I know it’s not your preference, but I think people really respond to that.”
“I didn’t watch your movies,” Kai said. His tone wasn’t cold, but he was holding a challenging gaze on her, like he was testing her response.
    Dylan shrugged and rested her chin on her palm. “It’s okay. I didn’t like your boy band.”
    Kai fou ght against his growing smile. Dylan knew that her answer had charmed him, and as she looked away to hide her own smile, the clock on the wall caught her eye. It was almost noon. She had a class at 1 P.M. It was a seminar course, the professor took attendance, and it was the only class she had on Fridays. She gestured politely above her head for the waitress’ attention and mouthed, “Check, please.”
    “Can’t stay for dessert?” Kai asked. His blue eyes stretched for just a beat. Dylan cocked a half-smile, wondering if he had meant for it to sound like a double entendre. Having dessert with Kai under either meaning didn’t sound unpleasant . “There’s ice cream.”
    “Not this time…” she said, sighing.
    Kai leaned back. “That implies there’s a next time,” he said.
    Yeah, if you give me the job. “As I understand this, only one of us has control over that,” she said, capping her words with a hopeful smile.
    Kai was quick to dismiss the check with a wave when the waitress approached. “Put whatever she had on mine.” Dylan still pulled out a few dollars for the tip and placed them next to her water glass. She insisted on doing so until he relented. She stood and slung the strap of her bag on her shoulder before extending her hand to him. When he took it this time, he sandwiched it between both of his and clasped it longer than he should have as his gaze held firm on her. It was a moment that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it felt. I’m really messed up. This guy beat the shit out of another guy in an alley. That’s not attractive. But he was personable and he didn’t come across as that kind of guy, not that they ever did. He was “work” anyway, so none of that mattered.
    “It was really great meeting you, Kai,” she said without a break in her voice, but her face felt like it was hot enough to melt Il Bistro down to just the tiled floor.
    “You too, Dylan.” They were still staring at each other, still holding hands. Instantly, she wanted to return to the seat and chat with him some more. She was actually disappointed to leave; not the waitress though, she was smiling. She was ready to put a boot up Dylan’s ass to get her out the door. Dylan aimed a bitter smile at no one, and she’d make her wait a little longer.
    “Any more interviews today?” she asked, finally releasing his hand and balancing her weight on the back of her chair.
    Kai swirled the water around in his glass absently. “Nope. Just you. You will end up being my only one, actually. I have to fly back to L.A. for work. Nina will handle all the rest, and she did the ones before you, too.”
    Something about that made her happy, like some secret bond had been established between them. He was the focus of the series and she had been the only applicant to spend time with him , so logically that should’ve provided a competitive edge, right? It seemed like they had gotten along well. But she thought back to Winslow’s warning. Maybe they had gotten along too well.
    “Well, enjoy your day,” she said over her shoulder as she walked out of Il Bistro. The waitress barely let the breeze from Dylan passing by fade before she charged at the table. A burning tide of jealousy undulated through Dylan’s chest when she paused across the street and watched them through the windowpane. The waitress had replaced her in the chair, and the two of them were laughing already, like she had never even been there. She figured she might have made an impression, but Kai probably had such a revolving door