Tonight, I'll be Steve so that when I walk in the room and smile, it's a real one, just not mine. He's got an MBA and could tell you about his condo in Miami. People like that.
What he won't tell you is how much he misses his ex, Cherri, because that's not very like Steve. Steve doesn't do commitment. Steve does numbers.
Maybe I'll be George. Which one? I don't know. How about Devore. I'll drink an over-priced glass of wine and see what luck brings me at an art gallery. I'll talk about my love of Cezanne and about my private collection of Russian icons.
I'll wear George like a second skin. I'll crawl inside his thoughts of brushstroke and line so I don't miss her tonight. He certainly fits nice, after all he's one of my favorites. Too bad George doesn't have his own loft full of all his priceless pieces to go home to. Where he isn't Neal Caffrey.
Neal Caffrey who can't sleep tonight. Who has an itching need to escape.