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time about some of the scripts I had gotten. I tell her about a little indie that would start shooting in New York in a couple of months. It had a chance of being something more than a teen romance , and although the catering table would probably contain little more than stale peanuts, it might actually be a good movie with the right director and the right cast. I can’t seem to muster up much enthusiasm about it, and she’s shaking her head.
    “You don’t seem that excited about it . ” She studies me. “It’s not the one you want to do.”
    It’s an accurate assessment. I haven’t even wanted to admit it to myself, but a long-winded description of the real movie on my mind, the big fish, starts to come from my mouth . It’s a reboot of an action franchise that had made stars of everyone in the cast when it had been released 20 years ago.
    The hero was James Ross, a badass CIA agent who shoots first and thinks later. He was iconic—men wanted to be him, women wanted to fuck him. I wanted that role b adly, but I knew they would never pick me for it. A couple of the big names in Hollywood, established stars, were already being thrown around. I was probably last on their list. Not even on the backup list.
    Just as I’m telling her all of this, h er phone buzzes , an d she looks at me apologetically.
    “I have to get this. But I have a feeling that you would kill that audition. I could definitely see you as James Ross.”
    I gesture to her phone, and she picks it up and starts to talk.
    “No, I’m here. I’ll be there in a minute. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can’t wait to hear about it, either. Oh, ok. Then I’ll see you in the morn ing, because it might take me some time. O k. Ok.”
    She hangs up and shakes her head at the phone. “ I’m sorry a bout that. I t was completely rude. But I really need to go. I t’s been nice talking to you. ” She throws some money on the ta ble.
    “Really nice.” S he touches my hand for just a second before she stands up, and e lectricity flies up my arm.
    It feels like I just got hit with a bolt of lightning. I’m looking into her face to see whether she felt it too, but she’s brushing at her arm and giving me a friendly smile. What was that?
    “I don’t even…”
    Her words are coming out in a rush, and it’s obvious that she’s trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. “I’ll be excited to brag to all of my friends that I met you when we go to see that movie. I’ll have to exaggerate, though. Make it sound cooler than it was. You definitely saved me from falling off the ledge at the party . I’ll make you a hero. Then, you chased me to the diner. A real movie star stalker. ”
    I look up at her, trying to gauge if she’s serious or not. I catch her eye , and she’s fill ed with laughter and light and it’s obvious that she’s teasing . In a flash, she’s up from the table. I call out to her.
    “How do you know that’s not what actually happened?”
    She turns back to me and speaks over her shoulder. “You definitely thought that I was the maid back there at the party . The coat girl. ” She winks at me. “ M ov i e stars aren’t in the habit of chasing after girls that they hand their coats to.”
    Shit. Had I really done that? In high school, we had always invited a freshman to stand at the door and take coats or booze. I vaguely remember handing the bottle I’d grabbed from my dad’s old stash to someone when I had walked in. I had just assumed…
    And just like that, before I could figure out how to apologize or to see her again, she was gone. If only she had been wearing heels, she would have been slow enough for me to catch her. My skin was still warm, buzzing with the still-lingering touch of her fingers .
    I would just look her up the next day, I think. And then it hits me—I don’t even know her name. What kind of a selfish bastard talks to a beautiful girl for hours in a diner and doesn’t even manage to get her name?
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