Eventually, she blurted out,
“I’m not doing anything tomorrow night.”
This took my by surprise and I struggled to play it cool. “No. I said to her,
“So, sorry if this sounds rude, and not that I don’t love hanging out with Miss Hermione Granger, but aren’t there other people from your film who were at the premiere that you’d rather hang out with?”
“Do you hang out with your work colleagues?”
“Sometimes.”
“Just because I worked with them for a couple of months, doesn’t mean they’re the type of people I’d hangout with. I looked at her in a new light. Her perfume filled my nostrils again but this time I could also smell champagne on her breath. Soon, the whole screen was flooded with a wealth of images depicting up skirt shots, cleavage shots, wardrobe malfunctions and surprisingly sexy photo shoots of Emma. But it won’t be for awhile. I don’t like talking about mine. There was no romance in this moment. You?”
“Attending a trial tomorrow from about 9-5 and pray to God the matter doesn’t drag onto the next day.
