Stop texting me. I’m too busy staring at a beautiful woman on my phone, and your messages are messing up my concentration. She dropped a wink emoji after her text and bit her bottom lip to keep from squealing. Who was she anymore?

Gotta go. We’ll chat later.

Annie tipped and signed the receipt. She wanted to get back outside and send Bristol photos of the view and maybe slide in one of herself. It didn’t make sense to send her photos of the ocean since Bristol lived near it, so she snapped a photo of the Golden Gate Bridge and a cute puppy with a caption that read puppies amirite? And finally one of her with her hair loose and curly around her shoulders. You can always postpone the concert and hang out in the park with me. I can buy us wigs and hats. Nobody will recognize us.

Annie sat on a shaded bench and pulled up the website to watch the interview. She missed the introduction but saw the five-minute Zoom chat between her and Michonne Michaels, anchorwoman for The Bay’s Day’s News. She flirted hard with Bristol, who politely smiled and answered her questions professionally. A tinge of jealousy tugged at Annie’s heart. Michonne was beautiful and classy. The gorgeous suit she was wearing was nicer than anything Annie had in her closet. It dawned on her that if she started a relationship with Bristol, or if Bristol would even want one, it would be hard to see people falling all over themselves just to be near Bristol. She probably received tons of fan mail and gifts every day. Annie’s heart slipped a little bit when she thought about how hard it would be to date somebody as famous as Bristol. Not that one tiny make-out session meant they were an item, but Annie had to think about what that really meant. She was the jealous type, but not one to storm off or slam doors. She believed in communication, but it was a two-way street.

Her phone buzzed with a new message from Bristol. You have the prettiest eyes in the world.

And just like that, Annie forgot all the doubts that had flooded her brain a moment ago. Oh, yeah? Thank you. She knew her eyes were her best feature, so she wasn’t going to play the game of oh, no, they’re just ordinary, you’re being too nice. It had taken her six attempts to get the perfect selfie, and it was all about her eyes. I just watched your interview. I don’t know how you can sleep for only four hours and look so good.

Bristol sent five laughing emojis with tears. I have an entourage of makeup artists who are paid a fortune to make me look like I’m well rested and alive.