Stupid and Crazy

Chapter 13 - Luke, saviour of Vankind

Other People’s Kids.

Friday was a particularly bad day for Van in the sense that in all five of the interviews, the women asking the questions had no idea about personal space. One even had her hand on his thigh at one point. I was so proud of myself for not hissing and spitting at her, instead settling for setting her hair on fire in my mind. Not so cute with charred extensions are you love? And your lips fillers are melting? Oh no! Poor you!

          I was still finishing up the scripts, but was struggling to concentrate between the girlish, high pitched squeals of delight and the valley girl giggles that emanated from the cookie cutter blondes they had inflicted on us today. More dumb questions, more twitching from my beloved, more sitting on my hands to stop myself scratching eyes out. This place was making me very aggressive and prone to violence.

          I excused myself to get Van some lunch. He asked for cigarettes and coffee, but that wasn’t happening.

I found a café easily enough, loving that it was a little independent place and not one of the huge brands that dominated every street corner here.

I was looking at all the amazing things behind the glass counter when a beautiful pair of brown eyes met mine.

          “Hello, how can I help you?”

He must have been my age or there about, his colouring making me think that one of his parents must have been Asian. He was beautiful with his obsessively styled hair and gentle smile. The geek chic glasses were adorable too.

          “Stupid question, but is any of this Vegan?” I was used to people not understanding what a Vegan was. It came with the territory.

          “Don’t tell anyone, but all of it is. I’m a Vegan myself. I used to label everything as Vegan, but sales went through the floor, so now it’s on the DL.” His accent was definitely American, but I couldn’t tell from where. I was getting used to waiters and coffee shop workers being struggling actors or models and assumed he was one or the other.

          “You are my hero.” I said, flirting ever so slightly.

I pointed over several things to take, trying to give Van a balanced meal that he might actually eat. The guy boxed them up for me.

          “Your accent is very cute by the way.” He said, making me blush.

          “I was thinking exactly the same thing about yours.” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

He laughed.

          “Um…I don’t usually do this but…would you be offended if I asked for your number?”

          “Why would you want my…oh.” I blinked.

No one hit on me ever and certainly not in this land of perfect people where normality was a sin and you didn’t leave the house without at least six layers of make up on. I currently wore none, just the usual sunscreen.

          “Here’s my card.” I said, taking out one of the elegantly printed things Van had had made for me.

          “PA huh? I’m thinking I might be aiming out of my league.” He blushed.

He actually blushed! This incredibly beautiful guy was flirting with me and blushing! What the hell! Had I fallen into some alternate dimension or hit my head?

          “Trust me I have no idea of what I’m doing. Anyway, you’re no doubt an actor or model as a first choice of career?”

          “No….just work here.”