“Are you okay?” Dana checked once they were inside.
“I’m okay. Where’s the sofa?”
“Upstairs,” Dana said and held out her hand for Samara to take. “Most people don’t even realize that this place has an upstairs, so it’s usually not as busy.”
Samara took it, and Dana led her up a somewhat hidden staircase that turned halfway up until they were on the second floor, which only had about fifteen people.
“You’re right,” she said, surprised.
“It’ll get busy in another couple of hours, though.”
“Is that the–” Samara pointed.
“Thesofa?” Dana guessed. “I doubt it. They change it at least a few times a year, but that’s the same spot. Danny, think you can go glare really hard at the people on that sofa so that Samara and I can sit on it and get the full experience for a minute?”
Danny nodded and walked over to the small sofa.
“What do you think he’s saying?” Samara asked.
“I don’t know, but it’s working. He probably pretended that he worked here, or they just assumed.”
When Danny motioned for them to come over, Dana tugged on Samara’s hand, which she still held.
“There.” She motioned with her free hand. “Your sofa, Stella.”
Samara laughed and asked, “Will you join me, Bray?”
Dana sat down next to her, wrapping her arm around the back of the sofa and looking around. Danny moved to essentially block the area off from other people, which gave them a little privacy.
“I was kind of hoping I could talk to you about something,” Samara began.
“Okay,” Dana replied, turning a little more toward her. “Everything okay? Did I go too far earlier?”
“What? No,” she replied. “I think you’re always worried about that.”
“I just have zero experience in kissing scenes, so I don’t know what’s too far unless you tell me.”
“Nothing has been too far, okay?”
“Okay,” Dana said. “So, what’s up?”
“No one else here knows this, Dana.”
“I won’t say anything.”
“I know. It’s not about that. Only a few people back in LA know: my assistant, my sister, and maybe one other person. Not even my dad knows. My mom didn’t know before she died. I wish I had told her, but you never expect people to just not be there one day. I thought I had time.”
Dana stared at her, waiting for Samara to say more.
“I’m like you,” she said, motioning with an open palm toward Dana.
“Like me?”
“I’m bisexual,” Samara shared.
“You’re bi?”
Samara nodded.
