Olivia poured her popcorn in a large bowl and looked at her phone. She wanted to call him, but what could she say? Hey, I think you're awesome because you look like my costar and you have the same name. No, he would probably hang up the phone and block her number. Olivia dropped her phone and turned the channel to the news. The Democrat won, and she didn't have anyone to celebrate with. Being a celebrity was a lonely existence. The people she interacted with were hired help. They were all yes men. She didn't know what it was like to have real friends. Her celebrity friends were all about networking. Every conversation was always steered in the direction of getting a role in a new movie or TV show. She wanted someone she could laugh with and have a glass of wine.

Her therapist couldn't understand why she envied her job. Olivia would be a psychologist if she wasn't an actress. A psychologist could have girls nights out at popular restaurants, dates with a cute guy without being in a tabloid, start conversations about almond milk and oat milk in the grocery store with fellow shoppers. The last time Olivia asked a shopper which was better, the person screamed and a small crowd gathered asking for autographs. He was probably still woke. Fitz answered on the first ring and Olivia could hear laughter in his voice.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep."

"No, I'm watching some TV show my friend is crazy about. She thinks I look like the guy. He even has the same name as me."

"What show?"

"Scandal."

"Do you like it?"

"No, it's so dramatic. The lead actress is having an affair with the president while dating some guy who runs a spy organization. Who writes this stuff?

"Do you like Olivia?"

"She kind of looks like you. No, I don't like her. She's rude to everyone and indecisive."

"Do you think she's a good actress?"

"She's okay I guess. I'm not sitting through another episode of this show."

"I like Olivia."

"Because she has the same name as you. If your last name is Pope, it's going to be too weird."

Olivia didn't know how to answer his question without giving out her identity. The showrunner decided to use her real name as the character name. Her fans never mixed up her name with her character because they had the same name. She was not her character.

"You kind of sound like the lady on this show."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"Where do you work?"

"I'm sure you can guess that. We all work in the entertainment industry here."

"Yeah, everyone wants to be a celebrity. I hope I never meet anyone famous."

"Why not?"

"They're all fake. I could never idolize a celebrity."

Olivia's heart broke. She didn't want be idolized. She wanted his friendship and maybe a date before he left for Vermont.

"Where do you work?"

"I don't work anywhere. My family has been here since the 1600's. My 9th great grandfather started several companies, and I don't have to work."

"So what do you do all day?"

"I read, fish and take nature walks in the woods. Damn that sounds like a dating profile."

"I like that."

"What about you? Let me guess, you hangout with celebrities drinking fancy wine at Hollywood parties."

Olivia didn't answer him. He had no idea how accurate his guess was.

"Can I call you tomorrow, Fitz?"

"Yeah, sure."

Olivia hung up the phone and looked at the glossy magazine on her coffee table. She was starting their friendship with no honesty. Would he run away if he knew her real identity? She didn't want to find out. How long could she keep this up before a fan asked for an autograph while they were together. His friend would certainly recognize her. Olivia smiled to herself. She didn't have to let him know her job in the industry. If they only got together at night in mostly isolated places, she could get to know him before he left for Vermont.