“My friend Talia is a pretty talented director. She had a short at Cannes last year.” A soccer ball bounces off the car. I don’t know why Bo is telling me this. “She’s casting for her first feature this week. She liked your photos. Would you want to audition?”

I watch the cross become smaller as we drive away from it.

“Sure,” I say.

That night in bed I project Reality Bites onto my ceiling. It isn’t my favorite Winona movie, but I’m in the mood for something nostalgic. I feel weird about the dinner. I mean, how could I not feel weird? I have a new brother and I accidentally fucked him, and now he is best friends with my dad. And his mom showed up at my dad’s birthday dinner and tried to make a scene, and I was oddly turned on. I am related to Bo, but I am not related to his mom. This feels important.

When I grow bored of the movie, I pull out my phone. I have a text from Thomas I don’t open. He is so thirsty and probably read too much into being invited to my dad’s birthday dinner.

I open Instagram. I have a bunch of unread DMs, which I don’t care about. I just want to see if Dawn has ever DMed me. Bo said she was a fan, and fans DM me all the time. I can’t stop thinking about her; I’m not sure why exactly. Something about her energy. And her smell.

I scroll a bit without much luck. Just when I am about to give up, I see a DM from an account called BreakofDawn. I vaguely recall reading her chart a few months ago. It had some unfortunate placements—a bunch of planets in detriment and in fall, lots of oppositions. I click her profile. Luckily it is public. I recognize her instantly from the bright blond hair. Her bio is just three emojis: a sunflower, a wave, a shooting star. Her grid is mostly photos of herself in bathing suits on beaches or at swimming pools, and I’m thrilled to see a few photos of her in a baby-blue Juicy tracksuit. I immediately smell sunscreen and my heart rate quickens.

Hi, I write.

Omg hi! she writes back immediately. I’m such a huge fan of your account! It’s my lucky night!! What’s up?

I’m Paul’s daughter, I say. We met tonight.

She writes back, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!

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