A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

Grant decided to do a google search for your name so he could learn more about you. He's reallycurious.

"Ok, work stuff...More work stuff... Oh, what's this...? Graduated in 2011 from USC... Public Relations major... What... she ranked highest in her graduating class... Of course. Why am I not surprised... Ok, pictures... A few during public events... Look, a profile page on her agency website. Ha, pretty picture. And... a twitter account. Interesting."

He opens your twitter page and giggles. "Of course. Mostly work tweets. And you follow me... Guess I'll follow back. What about facebook..." He searches for you there and he finds your profile. "Hum... interesting. Not completely private but private enough so I can't learn anything new... You do a great job even for yourself." He smiles. "Oh well, time to go, guess I'll eat something there."

While Grant spends the afternoon shooting his scenes for 90210 you spend it by drafting some notes for his interview. What he should and shouldn't say. When you're done you send the notes along with the interview details to his email. You also send him a text letting him know you sent the info to his email.

"And now I'm out of here. One more minute going through Grant Gustin and I'm officially insane." It's 5PM and you decide to go for a relaxing massage at your favorite spa.

After an hour of pure relaxation and thinking of nothing you are on your way home. Tonight you'll be sleeping early to compensate the lack of sleep of last night. Besides you need to wake up early because of the interview.

You are now lying lazily on the couch after a warm bath when your phone rings. Your work phone. You jump startled. "Damn." Immediately Grant's image appears on your mind and his name on your phone screen when you grab it. "I knew it." You smirk.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Grant here."

"Hi. How are you?" You try to sound as pleasant as possible.

"Great. You?"

"Likewise. Finished your shootings already?"

"Yeah. I have. And I've just gone through the stuff you sent me."

"Any questions?" You inquire.

"A couple. Do I have to follow exactly your notes?"

"Of course not. It's just a guide."

"Good."

You smirk. 'Let's hope he doesn't drift away too much from it too...' Because he doesn't say anything more you ask, "so, what else?"

"Uh, logistics now. Sure, you sent me the time and place of the interview but since you're going too... Shall we meet before? Or only there? I figured we could use the time of the travel to prepare this..."

You hesitate. "Mmm, ok. I need to stop by the office before the interview anyway. Meet me there at 7.30? We'll go from there."

"Ok, sounds good."

"I asked if someone from the show would pick you up for the interview but apparently not... they don't have the budget for that kind of stuff. Lame show." You laugh.

Grant bursts into laughter. "Hahah! No problem, but thanks for asking anyway."

"Don't need to thank me. It's my..."

Grant interrupts you. "Yeah, I know, it's your job." He giggles.

You freeze for a moment. 'Sassy bastard again.' You want to be offended but against your own will you just find it funny. "Right." You try to suppress your own laughter.

Grant is still giggling and he repeats you. "Right."

Now you just roll your eyes. "So... anything else you wanna know?"

"Oh, a bunch of stuff..." He says totally teasing you.

You frown. "A bunch of stuff? About the interview?"

"No, a bunch of stuff generally. You didn't specify." He chuckles.

You just take a deep breath. 'Ok, you wanna be funny. Let's play along...' You decide to play his game. "So, what stuff non-related to the interview do you wanna know about?"

"Oh." Grant mumbles surprised with your answer. "Let me see... Are you from here?"

"What?" You shake your head in disbelief. 'Unbelievable again.'

"I asked if you are from LA? You studied at USC, right?"

You open your eyes in awe. 'Are you fucking kidding me? Has he been doing research on me? Un-fucking-believable.' After a sigh you just reply, "Yes and yes, if you must know. Why do you care?"

"Just trying to know you better. I kind of feel a bit exposed when you know everything about me and I know nothing about you."

"Mmm, ok. But I know everything about you because I have to. You don't need to know everything about me, thankfully for both of us."

"Oh. What if I..."

"SWEETIE!" Nate's loud calling for you stops you from hearing the rest of Grant's words. "Shsh, Nate, I'm on the phone..." You whisper to him as he reaches you on the couch and whispers back at you an apology.

"Sorry, Grant. I couldn't hear you, what were you saying?"

Grant could perfectly hear Nate's shout. He just replies very hastily. "Oh, sorry, never mind. You got company. I'll see you tomorrow then. At 7.30."

"Sure. See you tomorrow. Enjoy your evening."

"Thanks, you too."

You finally hang up and you roll your eyes at Nate. "Thanks for saving me from a weird phone call, even if you did it involuntarily. Hahah!"

Nate laughs too. "You're most welcome, my dear. So, it was Grant, uh?"

"Yeah. I just don't know if he's really like this or just messing around with me... You know, because of the age thing... I think he doesn't take me or my job seriously."

"Nah, it's probably just the way he is. But if he's messing with you send him my way. I'll tell him a thing or two..." Nate chuckles. "Tell you what, gorgeous, last night you came home at improper hours, but tonight I can make you that wonderful massage that only I can do... You know, to ease your tension..."

"Hahah! You know I've just spent an hour in spa today after work but I could never refuse your wonderful massage..."

"Of course you couldn't. Cause I'm the best. No spa can beat me. Ok, turn around, sweetie, your back up, the couch will do." He commands, teasing you.

"Hahah, thanks. I do love you, you know that." You smile as you lie down with your back up.

"I love you too, gorgeous." He grins as he starts rubbing softly your back.