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“That felt like… nothing,” he said. “At best, that’ll get a yawn out of the audience. Let’s aim a little higher, shall we?”
Graham glanced over at the crowd, wondering if he should be embarrassed at this affront to his kissing skills. On the next try, he thought he’d done better, but was met with similar criticism.
“Boring,” the director said. “Could we create a little more chemistry?”
Graham gritted his teeth. The guy might be brilliant, but he had an a
This time was apparently no better.
As he stood there listening to Mick talk to him about passion and beauty and the true meaning of love, his eyes wandered past the cameras and the crowds and the security guards, to where a girl with red hair was cutting across the town green.
“We have to make them believe it,” Mick was saying, and he reached out and thumped Graham on the chest. “We have to make them feel it here.”
“Uh, can you hold on just a minute?” Graham asked, taking a few steps backward. “I just need a short break…”
“Yes,” Mick said. “Good. Exactly. Let’s give this a bit of a think, and when you come back, I want you to be filled with passion. Got it?”
Graham nodded, his eyes still on Ellie. “Got it.”
He started out walking as casually as he could manage, but as soon as he was past the security barrier, he picked up a run. He was aware of the many pairs of eyes on his back as he jogged through the square of green grass at the center of town, but he couldn’t make himself care.
She was walking fast now, her eyes deliberately forward. She wore a jean skirt not unlike Olivia’s, only longer, with a plain black tank top, and her red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. As he approached, he could see the sprinkling of freckles on her arms and legs, the skin beneath them pale in the morning light.
“Ellie,” he said when he was a few feet away, the word coming out in a puff of air. He paused to catch his breath as she turned around, looking unsurprised to find him there. Her eyes darted over to the film set, about a hundred yards behind them, and she took a few steps to her left, moving around the side of a gazebo. Graham hesitated only a moment before following her.
“Hi,” he said, his heart still beating fast. “How are you?”
She smiled. “Did you go for a swim?”
He shook his head, confused, and then realized he was wearing nothing but swim trunks. “No,” he said, suddenly self-conscious. “I’m in costume. We’re shooting a scene over there.”
Ellie nodded. “So what are you doing over here?”
“I wanted to say hello.”
She smiled. “Good morning.”
“Howdy,” he said with a grin. Her eyes were very green, and he felt suddenly and uncharacteristically flustered as they landed on him. “Are you on your way to work?”
She nodded.
“What are you doing later?”
“Why, are you going to ask me to di
Graham started to answer and then realized she was kidding. “I was just hoping maybe I’d run into you.”
She smiled. “Well, that’s the nice thing about small towns.”
Graham was about to respond when she turned and began to walk away, making her way up the green with surprising speed. He couldn’t help but be stu
As the frontru
Graham only shrugged as the guy snapped a few half-hearted pictures of him standing alone on the lawn.
Afterward, when he arrived back down at the set, Mick looked up from his notes and stubbed out his cigarette, his eyebrows raised.
“Well?” he asked. “Are we feeling more inspired now?”
Graham smiled. “Yes,” he said. “We are.”
From: [email protected] /* */
Sent: Monday, June 10, 2013 10:22 AM
To: [email protected] /* */
Subject: this afternoon
Ellie!
(Just giving you a proper Russian salutation, now that I know your name.)
I’m done shooting at 4 pm today. Want to go in search of an authentic whoopie pie?
Yours,
Graham!
The reception in the shop was only ever spotty at best, so Ellie spent the morning flitting between the cash register and the ancient desktop computer behind the counter, grateful that her mother wasn’t in yet to ask any questions. Last night, she’d explained away Graham’s visit by claiming he was looking for Qui
The truth was, Ellie wasn’t sure what to say, or even how she felt about any of this yet. All she knew was this: as she logged on to the computer for the sixth time this morning, she was desperate to see that familiar e-mail address show up on the screen.
It didn’t matter that she’d only just seen him out on the green. It didn’t matter that she now knew who he was. It didn’t even matter that it was Graham Larkin, of all people. For more than three months now, this was the thing she’d most looked forward to—that breathless moment as the page unfurled itself on the screen, bringing with it the promise of a new e-mail from him. That small chain of bold letters and numbers—[email protected] /* */—was all it took to set her heart pounding.
Now it was like her brain was split in two. One half understood that the person writing to her was just down the street. But the other half still couldn’t let go of the more general idea of him, the comforting and mysterious stranger with whom she could talk about anything. His sudden presence here had thrown her wildly off balance, and even as she noticed—with a little thrill—that a new e-mail from him had indeed arrived, there was something disconcerting about it. It was like talking to someone on the phone from across the room; even though you could see his lips moving, and even though you could hear the words, it was hard to process the fact that the two things were somehow the same.
The e-mail was just like him: clever and sweet and a little bit fu
The problem was, she wanted to say yes.
Sorry, she began, typing slowly, one key at a time. Then she erased each of the five letters and sat back with a sigh. Most girls, she knew, would be delighted to find out they’d been corresponding with a movie star. But to Ellie, it just seemed unfair. She wanted nothing more than to spend time with GDL824 this afternoon. It was Graham Larkin she wasn’t so sure about.