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The hips in the middle of a bar, the cocktail is about to be brought in and the old lover is crossing the room. My drink is brought out just before Leo comes in. There is a beat. " he asked, standing next to me. I do not mind, "I say, not looking at him before sipping a cocktail. Vodka is strong but smooth, easy to drink. "Yes, I do," Leo said, looking more amused than anxious. When I saw the corner of his mouth, his smile was a little satisfying, I could not calm down, but grumpy, "What is this really about?" "What is it?" Leo asked, quiet, uncomfortable sitting down, unwelcome or unwelcome, right next to me on the couch. "This," I said, angrily pointing at the distance between us, accidentally occasionally. fly scent on hand. "What are you doing here, Leo?" "I'm writing," he said innocently. "About Drake." I stared at him, amazed at the speechlessness. Strangely enough, Leo's writing about Drake never occurred to me. Was it because I had locked that ability myself? And, if so, what? Because subconsciously I was hoping that Leo was here? Or because I wanted to free myself from all the guilty feelings of receiving a dream contract? I have the deep feeling that a good psychiatrist will recognize both directions in my thinking. "Oh," I uttered, silly, dumbfounded. "I thought you knew that, I shook my head, feeling calmer when I realized he at least had a good reason to come here; That's not the purest ambush. "How do I know that?" I resisted, but I still felt a little embarrassed by my anger-and also by the blatant stutter when he came here to see me. " What else can I do in a photography contract? "he asked, concentrating further on the matter." I do not know ... Some partners? "" Like Drake? "he asked, slightly jeerous. "You ... know Drake?" "Yes," he said, crossing two fingers. "Oh," I said, an irresistible impression. "He's kidding," he said, and went on to explain that he had been a reporter for UNICEF in The AIDS Campaign in New York last year and met some of Drake's colleagues there. "It's a long story, but in short, we made some beer and talked to each other ... and basically, he convinced himself to do that, and in turn, he attacked the Platform. So that's it ... the rest I know. "I nodded, feeling almost completely convinced about the charity story and the press - but the subject hardly evoked feelings of effort. indecent to conquer ex-girlfriends who have been married in luxury bars in Los Angeles. "Then anyway," he continued, "the day he was given the green light was the day he I happened to see you ... so it seemed like ... I did not know ... luckily ... so I tried to pull you on this photo shoot. "" But we never talk about work I said, really want to know whether Leo has come home and look at Google information - or whether he somehow track the way. My career in the past year. He laughed sheepishly and confirmed. "I know how you progress." "Mean?" I said. My tone is purely a question - but the intimate intonation behind it still contains a lot of things in it. "That means we do not have to tell someone to think of them ... and follow Watch their life always ... "I shuddered, feeling the thorn rising on my arms and the nipple poked my chest. "Is this a little cold here?" I asked, straining my arms folded. "Really, you're warm," Leo said, leaning toward me so close that I could smell the flesh. and the whiskey in his breath. "Do you want to wear your jacket?" I glanced at his dark coffee jacket - the kind of shirt reporters or cowboys wear - and shook his head softly. "No, thank you," I say, my voice escaping almost a whisper-whispering utterly in stark contrast to Suzanne's sharp and sharp greeting that sits upon us. panic and extremely turbulent. Extremely embarrassed, I stood up and hugged her, explaining, "I ... ah ... see who I meet? ... Do you remember Leo?" "Sure," Suzanne said cheerfully, not embarrassed. She tucked one hand into the back pocket of jeans and handed one hand to Leo. "Hi." He shook Suzanne's hand and said, "Hi, Suzanne. It's nice to see you again. "" Me too, "she said sincerely. A long silence followed, and the three of us stood side by side in a triangle until Leo stepped aside and said, "Oh. I'll let the two of you talk to each other ... "Suzanne smiled and sank downThe cafeteria would like to give Leo and me a few steps - and a few seconds - of privacy. I grasp that opportunity, feeling extremely conflict. I want Leo to go; I want Leo to stay. Finally I say, "Thank you, Leo." I'm not sure what to thank Leo for. Because of contract photography? Because of the confession that he never stopped thinking about me? Or his willingness to leave now? "Okay," he said as if knowing all that. He turned his back away, but stopped and turned back, staring at me intently. "Listen, I ... I'll make something to eat in a Mexican bar that's up here tonight. There is the best ice cream salad you have ever had and the fruit cocktail is not bad either ... Do not squeeze anything, but call if we want to eat with you ... "Ok," I said. He called the plastic card key and said, "Room six twelve." "Room twelve," I repeated, recognizing it on the floor of our room. 512. "Remember." "And if you do not hear me call, I'll meet you tomorrow afternoon." "Ok." I said. "As you understand, he will conduct his interview at a bar. Eat by my choice? "I nodded, feeling comfortable knowing that Leo would be there. Leo and Drake are in the same room. "Dinner with me is always great," Leo said, winking and then turning away. Suzanne's frozen face widened in a grin as Leo disappeared. after the corner. "My God, Ellen." "What?" I asked, preparing to face the inevitable attack. She shook her head and said, "You can literally cut out sexual desire with just one baby. Knife cut butter. "" It's funny, "I said." Room six twelve. I remember, "she mumbled in a shrill voice." I did not say that. It's not like that, Suzanne. Actually a little bit. "" Okay. What is it like? "" It's a long story, "I moaned." We have time. "" Call something to drink first, "I said, beating out. drink it While standing at the bar watching the girls act, she ordered a special Pretty Woman ... Did you know that film was filmed here? "" Really? "I asked, hoping to divert the talk. Story to starring actress star Julia Roberts. "I like that movie. Did not we watch together? "She shrugged. I just remember it was a prostitution movie, "Suzanne said. "Well ... come back to your ex-lover ..." "He's not dreaming." "He's attractive and I know that," she said. "His eyes are funny." I tried to stop my smile but could not. They are so funny. "Keep on going. Tell me what's going on. "I sighed, lowered my head and said," Okay. But do not judge me. "" When do you judge me? "She asked." Are you serious? "I asked, looking at her through my fingers and laughing. "Have not you ever judged me?" "Yes," she replied. "But this time I promise I will not judge you." I sighed again and told the whole story, starting with the heartbeat of that intersection. Suzanne did not interrupt me except when I asked for another drink when the waiter came to the table carrying a silver tray filled with salty snacks. At the end of the story, I asked her if I thought I was a bad person. Sueanne patted my leg, how often I used to use her every time I got sick of sitting behind my mother's Buick. "What does that mean?" "That means tonight's cocktail is just the beginning ... and we're still in the middle of the story." "Suzanne," I

say, feeling. horrible what she means. "I never cheated on Andy. Never. "" Ellen, "Suzanne said, raising her eyebrows. After three hours, three drinks and a lot of conversation, Suzanne and I returned to the room, drunk and happy. As we entered the mini bar laughing at the fact that when people were hungry, losing six dollars to buy a bag of peanut was not too overwhelming, my thoughts drifted to Leo's salad. "Should we call service in the room?" I said. "You can choose Mexican ..." "Coincidentally," Suzanne said, smirking while holding the phone. "Or do we just call the sixth room twelve ... Or better yet, go straight to his room." I shook my head and told me that having dinner with Leo was not an option. " "Absolutely sure." "And you thought it would be interesting." "Interesting to see me awkward?" "Oh no. Interesting because you suddenly like to go with Leo. "I could not tell if she was joking, trying on me, or simply holding on to a promise not to judge, but I snatched the phone - and the beanbag M & M's shackles from her hand. "Come on," she pressed. Do not you want to know how Leo lived over the years? "" I know how he lives. He's still a reporter and writer, "I said, kicking my shoes off my feet and putting on a pair of white cotton sandals.