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It gets easier once we’re inside the grocery store. We shop together, each with a basket in hand, our conversation just as easy and relaxed as it was in the café. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like for us to do this for real—for us to have one shared grocery basket.
It’s stupid, I know. We’ve only had a cup of coffee together, and here I am picturing a future for the two of us. But I just can’t fucking help it.
To stand beside her feels right.
As we continue to shop, my attention is split between ridiculous thoughts of our future together and her incredible beauty. It’s almost impossible not to let my eyes wander protectively over her curves. Even my hands feel warmer as I imagine how it would feel to slide them over her hips.
By the time we get back to her place, the sun has already started to set, its orange glow lazily spilling into the streets. With her groceries in one arm, she takes her helmet off and pushes it into my hands.
“Thanks so much, Dean,” she says.
“Anytime,” I say. “I’ll swing by tomorrow morning to pick you up. You said you don’t need to be on set until nine, right?”
She nods. “Yeah. That’s perfect. And about your question earlier…”
She doesn’t need to clarify. I know she’s talking about that date I asked her on.
“…the answer is yes,” she says, her cherry red lips turning up into a smile.
Chapter Four
Zoey
One quick jab and I duck under the inevitable counterpunch.
There’s a flurry of kicks, which I do my best to avoid, and then the loud pop of a shotgun explodes in the air. Pretending I’ve just been hit, I tumble down a flight of stairs, rolling my body down the sharp edges in a way that I hope won’t leave me with bruised ribs.
“Cut!” William shouts, and I can tell from his tone that he’s pleased. One quick glance over at him and I see him hunched over one of the monitors, watching the scene we’ve just shot. He gives the monitor a nod and then peers over it.
“Awesome job, Zoey,” he calls out, giving me his trademark two thumbs up. I smile, but in truth, he’s not the one I’m smiling at.
“Nice work,”Dean mouths from behind William, setting butterflies aflight in my stomach. He’s been on set all day, and I have to admit that I enjoy having him around. He was a perfect gentleman during our car ride this morning—he ditched the bike, saying something about not wanting me to get cold—and we had yet another great conversation. Dean asked about my family and I told him that my parents are divorced but that I have a great relationship with both of them individually. When I asked about his family, he told me about how his dad recently got remarried and has a new baby, and how crazy but great it’s been to become a big brother after all these years. Dean even showed me a photo of his new baby brother after we parked. He’s such a little cutie.
I head over to look at the monitors by William. My tumble, which doesn’t last more than two seconds, replays on the screen.
“Perfect. We’ve got the shot,” says William. Relief washes over me. That take was the eighth one in a row, and as much as I enjoy what I do, I’m pretty tired of throwing myself down the stairs. “Thanks for all your hard work, Zoey. We’ve got what we need for the day.”
“Awesome,” I say. “Thanks.”
When I turn to find Dean, he’s right there waiting for me.
“I’m done with my scenes for the day, too,” he says. “Should we head out?”
I give him a quick smile and a nod, almost embarrassed at how much I’m looking forward to the drive back to my apartment. It’s funny—I turned him down the first time he asked me out on a date, and now I’m getting excited over a freakin’car ride.
On the drive back to my apartment, Dean and I once again settle into easy conversation, so much so that Dean drives past my apartment building without noticing it.
Instinctively, I reach out and set my hand on top of his.
“You just drove past my place,” I say, peering back at the road over my shoulder.
“Did I?”
When I look back over at him, his eyes remain focused on the road. The smile on his face tells me he missed my place on purpose.
“I was thinking we could go on that date,” he says.
I scoff. “We’re going on a date and you’re not going to let me change?”
