She liked him. It was hard to say why, but there was something about him that captivated her. She had seen his pictures on the internet. He looked strong, dark and real. She needed real. Her entire life was built around pretence. As an actress she was expected to become a character with no questions asked. She was good at it but she was tired.
Earlier in her career she had dated other men in the industry. It was normal when they were the only people she got to spend time with. She had never been a material girl. Politicians with big bellies sickened her. She was a romantic at heart. Elijah was a lawyer. She had never dated a lawyer.
Now she wanted something fresh. She wanted to be with someone who would talk about other things, no premieres , pirates and the paparazzi. She wanted peace and privacy. The more she studied Elijah Jonathan’s avatar, the more she felt it just might happen. She decided to give him a little green light.
Elijah gaped at his phone. He blinked , squinted and rubbed his eyes but the message stared back unabashed. There it was , unapologetically, inexplicably, really–
Panic wriggled in his stomach and he plopped into a chair. Marguerita Johvenic was saying hi? To him? It must be a mistake. An error text.
A voice whispered in his head, “What if it isn’t?”
Sh*t . If it was meant for him she would be expecting a reply. He furrowed his brow, deep in thought. What was he to say now?
Hey–no, that was flippant, childish and cheesy.
Hello–formal, starched and stiff.
Hi– cold and disinterested.
How are you?–Old and patronising.
Hi love, was madness.
Silence was death.
He thought for two minutes then typed
That was how it began. And after one kid, two pets, four cars, six years and eight more movie premieres; she still starts his texts with
And he still replies with