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I wave my hand aside. “Well, we aren’t here to talk about me. Not the real me anyway. I’m here to get to know you better to make sure this whole fake fiancé scenario doesn’t fail.”
Now Harvey is waving his hand around nonchalantly. “I told you before, you don’t need to worry. I told them you were shy anyway so it’s not like they are expecting anything crazy from you, and they will all be distracted with the wedding anyway.”
I nod.
Shy schoolteacher. Should be easy enough, right?
The waiter arrives with our drinks.
“Here you are!” He sounds bubbly and smiles widely. He is much livelier than the host.
He looks at Harvey and says, “I’d ask what you’d like to order, but I already know. Buffalo chicken wings, sliders, and mozzarella sticks?”
Harvey laughs and reaches out a hand to give the waiter a handshake. “You know it, man. Elsa, what would you like?”
I smile and ask for some chicken tacos.
“Chicken tacos it is!” I catch it when the waiter stares at me then raises an eyebrow at Harvey.
“I’ll be back soon!”
As he walks away, Harvey leans back with a sigh, arms behind his head and his eyes on the game.
I take out my notebook and read over my questions.
“So, what hobbies do you have?”
His eyes tear away from the screen and meet mine. He glances down at my notebook and pen but doesn’t say anything.
He thinks for a second then responds, “I’m a big outdoorsy guy. I like camping, hiking, skiing, and rock climbing. I also enjoy the occasional round of golf and video games.”
I nod and continue, “What are your favorite and least favorite foods?”
He just stares at me with a frown.
“This is boring.” He leans over and closes my notebook.
“Why don’t we just talk?”
His fingers move over to my arm. “Are you always this uptight? I am pretty good at tickling and I’m not afraid to use it to make you loosen up.”
At this I smile and hold my hands up in surrender. “I believe you! I’m just trying to be prepared.”
He grins widely. “Ah, so you are ticklish then? Good to know.”
I scoot further back and drink my cherry coke. I look around the dimly lit pub, hearing the chatter of the patrons around us and the sportscaster talking on TV, and sigh.
He’s right. This is boring.
I’m slurping the rest of my drink when Harvey looks over at me with a raised eyebrow.
I swallow. “Oh, sorry. Was I interrupting the game?”
He sighs then turns his back to the game to look at me.
After a moment, he says, “So, why are you back here instead of in California chasing your acting dream? You’re beautiful, smart and from what I can see, you take things seriously.”
He nods to the closed notebook on the table.
