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just let me save my work,”
    “You better not disappoint me tonight. If you
do, I won’t do that font for you,” he said jokingly. But I took it
seriously.
    “What? You promised me a font, you…”
    “I’m kidding,” he laughed his cute little
laugh. “Let’s get outta here already.”
    He took me down to the parking garage and we
walked to his car: a purple Porsche 911. I only knew that because
my brother was into cars, especially Porsches. One thing was for
sure, this dude had to be well off.
    “So, do you want to take my car or yours?” he
asked.
    “Oh, I walked here. I don’t live too far
away.”
    “Mine it is then,”
    On the car ride there I kept looking at his
face as his drove, not because he was attractive, which he was, but
because the more I thought about it, the more he looked familiar to
me. But I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. I put it out of my
mind though.
    We reached a little dive bar I knew not too
far from the office with an extremely generic name called ‘The
Fishing Hole.’ We went in ordered some drinks––a Modelo for him, a
Vodka Tonic for myself––and we took them to a little table in the
back corner.
    “Cheers!”
    “Welcome to the office, Charles.” I said.
    “Thanks. And it’s Chuck.”
    “What?”
    “My friends call me Chuck. So call my that
from now on.”
    Was he already considering me his friend?
That’s great and all, but did that mean he didn’t see me in a
romantic light? Just as well, I wasn’t looking for anyone anyway.
But still, it would have been nice to know I had something of a
chance.
    “Okay, Chuck. Well, in that case, call me
Kathy,”
    “Look at us, both with generic nicknames.
That’s two you know,”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Two things we have in common,” he said. This has to be considered flirting.
    “Well, Chuck, judging by your 911 out there,
you seem to be doing pretty well in the graphic design business.
Better than I’ve ever been able to do.”
    That made him laugh that adorable laugh
again.
    “Well, I wasn't always in graphic design. I
was in another business before this,”
    “Oh, and what business was that?”
    “I was a model,” he said. Of course he was.
That would be one waste of a gorgeous face. He continued.
    “I also did a little acting. Mostly
commercials here and there.”
    “Acting… commercials…” I took a sip of my
tonic and damn near spit it out when I figured out where I had seen
that face before.
    “ You ! That’s you in those Gap ads that
were all over TV about six months ago!”
    “Yep, you guessed it.”
    “And you were in those Abercrombie and Fitch
ads all over their store down the street.”
    He nodded.
    “Come to think of it, you’re the one hocking
that mouth wash too, aren’t you,”
    He nodded again, and took a swing of his beer
and did a swishing motion with it in his mouth, and made an over
exaggerated expression on his face, mimicking what he had done in
the commercial.
    “Holy shit! I’m sitting here with a
celebrity,” I said as I took a huge gulp of my Vodka Tonic.
    “I am no celebrity. You didn’t even recognize
my name. What kind of celebrity is that?”
    “As someone once told me recently, don’t sell
yourself short. But tell me, why did you leave modeling and acting
for the glamorous world of graphic design? I mean I get the appeal
and all, but humor me.”
    “It wasn’t all that great. I was only in a
couple of national spots, and I appeared in fashion magazines here
and there, and it pays great, don’t get me wrong. But being in that
whole world… I don’t know… I felt kinda empty.”
    I continued to sip on my drink and I nodded
along like I understood, but I really didn’t.
    “But why graphic design? Why not, I don’t
know, film or something?” I asked, innocently.
    “Film would have just been an extension of
that modeling world. And I wanted to do what I wanted to do,
something that fulfilled me. I was pressured into modeling by my
family and agents