Present Day
"Did you hear me? I understand. I still think you were being a bastard, but I understand."
Bobby didn't know quite what to say. He fidgeted with his menu.
Amy rocked slightly, then smiled at the candle. "Let's pretend none of that happened. We're indifferent acquaintances."
"Been reading too much Jane Austen lately?" He commented before he could stop himself.
"Watching it, actually. I have a friend who's getting married and instead of the traditional evening of debauchery, which I've never enjoyed, the maid of honor decided to have a Pride and Prejudice party. Lots and lots of Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. I must admit, he's pretty hot."
"So do stars still get star struck?"
"I'll let you know if I ever become one."
Bobby smiled winningly. "I think I read somewhere that the film you just wrapped is slated to be a sleeper hit."
She made buzzing sounds. "Sound and fury, signifying nothing. I'm currently unemployed and that's all I know for sure."
The spoke of the small things one was supposed to speak about with strangers. Books, current events, travel. A mention of Prague spurred a conversation about the fall of the wall. It made Bobby feel a little old - she had been 12 at the time, while he had already been serving in the Army for a few years. But she kept pace with him, no mean feat under any circumstances.
He realized early on that she wasn't drinking, but after his third glass of wine he no longer cared. And when she touched his hand, lingering just long enough to assure him that it wasn't chance, he realized that while he might be able to blame anything that happened later on the alcohol, she was supposedly in her right mind. It was flattering and frightening. He tried to tell himself that it was a bad idea, but . . . what the hell?"
"Walk me home," she whispered, leaning over the empty dessert plates after the waiter had taken his credit card.
"To Park Avenue?"
She laughed, "No, I have a place around the corner. Please?" Playful desire and . . . need. She needed . . . He chose not to follow that line of thought further.
"Alright."
"Did you hear me? I understand. I still think you were being a bastard, but I understand."
Bobby didn't know quite what to say. He fidgeted with his menu.
Amy rocked slightly, then smiled at the candle. "Let's pretend none of that happened. We're indifferent acquaintances."
"Been reading too much Jane Austen lately?" He commented before he could stop himself.
"Watching it, actually. I have a friend who's getting married and instead of the traditional evening of debauchery, which I've never enjoyed, the maid of honor decided to have a Pride and Prejudice party. Lots and lots of Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. I must admit, he's pretty hot."
"So do stars still get star struck?"
"I'll let you know if I ever become one."
Bobby smiled winningly. "I think I read somewhere that the film you just wrapped is slated to be a sleeper hit."
She made buzzing sounds. "Sound and fury, signifying nothing. I'm currently unemployed and that's all I know for sure."
The spoke of the small things one was supposed to speak about with strangers. Books, current events, travel. A mention of Prague spurred a conversation about the fall of the wall. It made Bobby feel a little old - she had been 12 at the time, while he had already been serving in the Army for a few years. But she kept pace with him, no mean feat under any circumstances.
He realized early on that she wasn't drinking, but after his third glass of wine he no longer cared. And when she touched his hand, lingering just long enough to assure him that it wasn't chance, he realized that while he might be able to blame anything that happened later on the alcohol, she was supposedly in her right mind. It was flattering and frightening. He tried to tell himself that it was a bad idea, but . . . what the hell?"
"Walk me home," she whispered, leaning over the empty dessert plates after the waiter had taken his credit card.
"To Park Avenue?"
She laughed, "No, I have a place around the corner. Please?" Playful desire and . . . need. She needed . . . He chose not to follow that line of thought further.
"Alright."