“Okay, so what do you want from life, Victor?” she finally asks.
I don’t even have to think twice.
“To win the best actor award.”
“An award?”
“Yep.”
“For acting?”
“Yes.”
“When you go on stage and they give you a statue?”
“Yes, that one.”
“That’s cool,” Josie replies, nodding and taking it in. “I’ve never won an award before. I doubt they hand ones out for small town divorcee baristas...”
My phone vibrates with a call from my driver.
“He’s here,” I say to the barista. “I’m off.”
She nods again.
This is it, then.
The weirdest interaction I’ve ever had for a long time.
But also, somehow, the most rewarding...
“I hope you get that award, Victor,” my savior says.
“Thank you for rescuing me,” I reply. “I really do hope you get that baby, Josie.”
5
JOSIE
Victor stops before he walks through the doorway leading inside The Oak and slowly turns around to me.
He stares at me.
I stare right back at him.
He should be going. He should be heading straight for his driver.
“What?” I ask the actor, still totally in disbelief that I’ve just spent five minutes alone with the famous man in this dingy alleyway where I like to hide and cry and hide from the world.
“I could ask you for your number,” Victor quietly says to me.
And I nearly burst out laughing. Like, full-on belly laughter.
My number? He can’t be real...
And then I can see in his beautiful sky-blue eyes that he is the opposite of joking around – that he is, in fact, deadly serious.
He wants my freaking number? My actual phone number? He wants to take me out on a date or ask me to visit his hotel in the middle of the night?