her, completely ignoring Justin. Bree was afraid he would be a bit weird, running into her with another guy so soon after their date. But apparently all he cared about was Thandie Newton.
âFine,â Bree said, wondering how she was going to get out of this one. âBut I was only on set for two days. Itâs not like I really spent much time with her.â
âI had dinner with her twice,â Justin said, surprising both Bree and Sean and giving Bree exactly the exit she needed. âSheâs one of my momâs clients.â
âReally? God, Iâm so jealous,â Sean said. Now he was staring at Justin as if Bree didnât exist. Bree took the opportunity to wander off in search of another drink while Justin told Sean every single detail of those two dinners. He was still going when Bree came back.
âSean, why donât you tell Justin about your movie?â Bree suggested, quickly realizing that every man considered himself the most interesting topic in the world. It was true for Justin, and it was true for Sean. Even his beloved Thandie could not compete with his own work. Within minutes, Justinâs eyes had glazed with boredom, and he turned back to Bree.
âIs there some special time when Iâm supposed to bring you home?â Justin asked Bree. It was just after two.
Bree hated to admit it, since she was having a great timeâat least until Sean had showed upâbut she couldnât lie. âWell, yes.â
âWhen?â
âTwelve minutes from now,â she admitted, checking her cell phone.
âIs it possible for you to get there on time?â
âNot unless a wormhole opens up between here and Central Park.â
âWhat?â Justin shot her a confused look.
âNever mind,â Bree giggled, finishing off her glass of wine. âItâs something my friend Kylian says. Sci-fi joke. But my point is, Iâm late, no matter what I do now.â
âIs that going to be a problem?â he asked with some degree of concern.
âNot really. But Iâd better call for a car now.â Bree slipped into the tiny bathroom to make the call. In the living room, most of the cast were singing along with old Marvin Gaye records, making so much noise Sam would never be able to understand her.
âHeâll be downstairs in five minutes,â Bree reported, rejoining Justin a few minutes later. âYour brother still hasnât shown up?â
Justin shrugged. âHeâll turn up sooner or later. What about you? Any chance I can see you again?â
âSure,â Bree said instantly. This hadnât been the greatest date by any means, but it was certainly a pretty good one. Justin was pleasant, polite, and he had made sure that she had a good time, even when that meant doing something he didnât really want to do. Werenât real relationships about compromise? She could see a future with Justin in itâa future involving lots of compromise, on both sides.
âWould tomorrow night be too soon? I happen to have a couple of tickets to the Knicks gameâcourtside seats. And like I said, sports are amazing live.â
âSure,â Bree said, a little more slowly this time. Basketball was not exactly her idea of a good time. She let her father drag her to a Knicks game once in a while, but she spent the whole time reciting monologues from Shakespeare to herself. But it wouldnât kill her to do something different for once. Plus, hadnât Justin come to the drama party for her sake?
âItâs a date, then. Call you with details tomorrow?â
âThatâs fine,â said Bree. âI should be getting downstairs . . .â
Justin took her arm again, which was a little old-fashioned, but also rather cute, and walked her to the stoop. There was nothing old-fashioned about the way he kissed her goodnight, however. Waiting on the buildingâs steps for Sam, the frosty wind