“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship,” she says, “even a fake one.”
“You’ll fall right back into it no problem,” I tell her. “So, are we putting on our actor’s hats or are we going to keep going back and forth on this until the weekend’s over and we’re out of time?”
“Actor’s hats?” she asks.
“I was trying to speak your language,” I answer.
I’m actually not entirely sure what that means.
“So, Damian,” she says with a bit of a blush.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“You wanted to just start, right?” she asks, already breaking character.
“Yeah,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she says, “sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her.
“So, where would you like to go to dinner tonight, dear?” she asks.
“Just for the record, we’re not an old couple,” I tell her. “You can talk to me the way you normally would, just pretend that you like me a little more than you do and we’re good.”
She shoots me a quick glare, but shakes it off.
“Ah…” she says, shaking out her arms and hands, her eyes closed. Her fingers close into her palm and she opens her eyes, saying, “You hungry?”
“A little bit,” I answer. “I could probably eat. What are you in the mood for?”
“You always do that,” she says. “You always put the decision on me, but if it’s not exactly what you want, you just—”
“Emma?” I interrupt.
“Yeah?” she asks.
“We’re not a dysfunctional couple, either,” I tell her. “We’re just two people getting to know each other in this new way.”
“I still don’t get why we’ve got to spend so much time making out,” she says.
“Really, that makes me feel very good about myself,” I laugh. “I feel very attractive right now.”
“It’s not that,” she says. “I just have a hard time believing that we’re really going to make all of this progress over the next few days and that it’s actually going to stick.”
“Well, we’re obviously going to have a few make out sessions in my trailer when we get back in town,” I tell her.
She sighs.
“All right,” she says. “If this is what I have to do for my art, then I’ll do it.”
“That’s the spirit,” I tell her. “Now, undo your top button.”
“What?” she screeches.
“So far,” I tell her, “you’re not even convincing me that we’re in a relationship and I’m pretending right along with you.”
“How does that translate into me showing more skin?” she asks.