“The only person waiting for me was Ms. Shelby.”
He repeats her name in a question.
“My adopted cat. She gets pissed when I keep her waiting too long for her dinner.”
“That’s a relief. Not the part about Ms. Shelby being hungry. I’ve been known to get hangry myself.”
“With the long hours you work on set, I can imagine.”
He makes a sound of agreement. “You worked a long day, too. And went home to a part-time job.”
It’s surprising that he even remembers that I mentioned my part-time job earlier.
“Did you have dinner?”
Is that real concern in his voice?
My gaze goes to the clean kitchen. “My roommate left some takeout in the fridge for me when I got home. She knows I don’t like cooking if it’s just for me. I would’ve made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if it hadn't been for her.”
“What did you have?” he asks as if he cares.
“Pho from a local Vietnamese place.”
After I log out of my Style Boxaccount, I move to the couch in the living room and settle in, making myself comfortable. Ms. Shelby doesn’t hesitate to jump up onto the couch and then curl up in my lap.
“Then it’s true work and traffic were the only reasons you didn’t stay to wait for me,” Andreas says. There’s no accusation in his voice. More like disappointment?
“And Ms. Shelby.”
“The cat, too,” he confirms. “Are you still working?”
“I’ve logged out for the night.”
“What is it that you do?”
I give him a quick run down of my part-time job, somehow falling into an easy conversation. Over the phone it’s like I’m talking to a normal guy. Not just a normal guy, but one who’s actually good at upholding his end of a conversation.
That’s something of a rarity in my dating experiences.
“So, you spend all day with clothes.”
My cheeks warm, embarrassment overcoming me. “Clothes are important. They tell a story whether we intend for them to or not.”
There’s silence on the other end, and I realize my words came out way more defensive than I intended.
“Was there someone who discouraged your love of fashion?”
Only my entire immediate family.
The thought rushes across my mind and almost makes it out of my mouth before I can bite it back. Luckily, I manage to keep that answer to myself. This A-list Hollywood star doesn’t want to hear about my Mommy and Daddy issues.
“Today’s filming seemed to go well. Not that I got a chance to see much of it.” I hold my breath, waiting for his response, hoping that he doesn’t press me on the fact that I changed the subject.
“First days often set the tone for the rest of filming,” he replies, and I exhale. “Today was a good day.”
“I re-read the script over the weekend.”
“What did you think of it?”
