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Their fingers briefly touched, and she waited for a rush of adrenaline, a zip of awareness, a teasing tingle, something, anything, but her body had zero reaction to him.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.” Kennedy smiled as she attempted to mask her disappointment at the lack of chemistry between them.
“It wasverynice to meet you.” Dan grinned, seemingly unaware of her lackluster interest.
Kennedy waved as she turned and walked down the steps of the building to the street. She pulled out her phone and turned it on so she could text Laura and let her know she was on her way. Immediately she saw a message from her friend with the address of the destination. She texted her back letting her know she was running late but would be there soon. Then she pulled up the map and saw that it was only a couple blocks away. It would be easier to walk over than it would to get her car and try to find another parking garage. Plus, the conference had validated her parking pass, so it was free for the entire day.
The sun was shining brightly as the buzz of the city hummed around Kennedy. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she walked at a brisk pace toward the address Laura had given her. Her mind kept thinking, or over-thinking the encounter that she’d just had. Dan seemed nice enough. He was attractive. She thought there could be a spark.
Before yesterday, she would have been sure that there had been a spark. But after running into Hot Tattoo Guy her reaction to Dan seemed G-rated while her reaction to HTG was NC-17. She’d felt tingles in places that she wasn’t sure even tingled anymore.
But just because it wasn’t Fourth of July fireworks with Dan, that didn’t mean she shouldn’t give him a chance. He was attractive, and she’d learned in the get-to-know you portion of the event where each person had to say three things about themselves that he was a broker, which meant he was employed. He’d graduated with a degree in business from Penn State at age twenty had gone sky-diving for his last birthday.
He was ticking off a lot of boxes, and she was attracted to him. Or at least, she thought she could be.
Maybe Anne was right. Maybe attraction could grow. Yesterday, meeting Hot Tattoo Guy was a fluke. An aberration. A deviation from the norm. She couldn’t use that interaction as the litmus test to which she held every future encounter.
She was still ruminating on the differences of the interactions when her phone rang. She picked it up without looking, thinking it was Laura.
“Hey.”
“Hi, is this Kennedy Dawes?”
“Yes.”
“Hi Kennedy, I’m Jack. I’m calling on behalf of casting for Fairytale Love.”
“Oh, hi Jack.”
“We got your submission yesterday and I was just wondering if you’d be available for a phone interview with one of our producers later today.”
“Today?” Kennedy repeated.
“If possible. How about five o’clock.”
Actually, she would probably be driving home from the city around that time. And going home traffic on a Friday would be a bear. A phone interview would definitely make the time pass quicker.
“Sure, that sounds great.”
“Awesome. Talk soon.”
“Thanks, bye.”
Kennedy hung up the phone and realized that she’d arrived in front of the building that matched the address Laura had texted her. She pulled up the map to make sure she’d gotten the numbers and street right and saw that she had. But this was a government building, not a restaurant.
Kennedy’s fingers flew over the screen as she typed a message relaying to her friend that this was the wrong place. Her anxiety tripled thinking that now she was not only late she’d gone to the wrong place.
Seconds after she’d sent her text, bubbles appeared below it indicating her friend was responding. She waited, wondering if she was going to need to grab an Uber to get there. If she had to walk back the three blocks, get her car, and then drive to the new location, that would take too much time.
She was primed and ready to copy and paste her new destination into the car service app when Laura’s response appeared.
Laura:You’re in the right place. We’re in room 304.
“What the…?” Kennedy said out loud.
Confusion swam in her head as she walked up the steps and entered the government building. She had to place her bag on a conveyor belt and walk through a metal detector. The entire process only enhanced her confusion.
When the security guard waved her hand indicating she could gather her bag from the belt, Kennedy asked. “I’m meeting someone in room 304, which way do I…?”
