I turned to look at him in the dark, the little screen on the back of the seat in front of him flashing strange shapes across his chin and throat.
“Two guys in one night. That’s what they’d print. First Caleb. Then you.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “I’m sorry in advance, in case anyone else figured out who we were and got a picture from afar.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me because other people suck. Besides, I’m the one that failed you. So, I’m the one that’s sorry.”
“It’s not your job to protect me. I know better. I just…”
“You just what?”
“I was having a nice time.”
“Me too.” His expression turned serious then and he seemed to shrink away from me just the slightest bit, but enough for me to notice.
“So,” I said brightly, changing the subject. “Vogue. Are you really going to do it?”
“Despite myself, I have agreed to do it. When did you find out?”
“I didn’t really. Risa, the creative director, mentioned this morning that there were a few contenders, but you were the top get. I assumed you’d been asked and when you blushed well…”
“Damn my modesty,” he said and we both laughed. “Is it going to be awful?”
“The shoot?”
“Yeah.”
“They’ll treat you like royalty.”
“I won’t have to be naked at any point, will I?”
The cab pulled up to my house and I opened the door and started to get out, a sly grin on my face.
“Lior.” He caught my wrist, his tone pleading.
“Probably only a little naked,” I said, slipping my arm from his grip and shutting the door behind me.
“Hey!”
I turned to see he’d rolled down the window.
“Yes?”
“Any chance you’ll be in Seattle again soon?”
I gave him a quizzical look. “I’ll be there next weekend, why?”
“Me too.”
I walked back to the car. “Oh yeah?”
“My younger sister got into the University of Washington. I promised to help her move in.”
“U Dub.”
“What?”
“We call it U Dub.”
“U Dub,” he repeated with a nod. “Noted. Do you think… Would you maybe want to meet us for lunch Saturday or Sunday?”
