You’re an actress. Act like you’re cool. I swallow a pinecone. “Well,” I say, striving for breezy. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.” He stops in front of me, raising an eyebrow. Idiot. “I quote Casablanca when I’ve had too much caffeine.” He grunts. “You planning on being this fucking cute all night?”
