And They Told Me I Couldn't Act

TAKE 12

PRISCILLA, CHARLES, HARRY WOLFE and I are sitting together having Chinese again. Harry sits across me, our agents flaking our sides and chatting amiably about our recent success on the last two dates.

Harry Wolfe and I knew it wasn't just about that, they were here to discuss something else.

"So," Charles brings up after we've eaten the main dishes on the table, just right before dessert. "Harry's PR Team and I have discussed and we think it's a good time to go Instagram Official."

Priscilla blinks at this. Then shakes her head, "It's too soon don't you think?"

"We don't have to have both their faces in the frame, they can hold hands or hug and have their faces cropped off."

"So, we're going to take the pictures ourselves?" I ask.

"It looks more authentic that way," Charles says, "but the team and I will vet through the photos to find the best ones for both your profiles."

Priscilla rests her arms on the table, "give me the mood board," she sounds resigned.

As always, the man on a mission Charles produces with an LA smile. It's a thick black leather file that passes hands.

Through it all, Harry Wolfe is silent. I glance at him, wondering what he makes of this. Then again, it's his team that made this decision so I try not to feel any form of pity on him.

It's difficult for me to understand him. His need for privacy and to be alone when I can't bear it. I can't handle stifling silences and the lack of attention. In fact, this whole affair has been highly exciting for me.

There's something in the moodboard that makes Priscilla roll her eyes, "Really?" she asks, she turns the board to him and points at something. He shrugs.

As she moves the board back to her, I lean in to catch a glance.

It's a picture of both of us in the bed.

I'm very good at describing my feelings. Impossibly good at it even but this picture leaves me feeling a little... different. I'm not exactly thrilled by it but I'm not exactly against it either. Maybe it's because I'm curious on what's below Harry Wolfe's shirt. Just because, I want to know how much he's photoshopped, nothing else. I'm not a fan.

This isn't fan service.

There are a lot of pictures they've picked out and small justifications and rationales as well as the emotion it will bring is listed out below. I glance at all of them. They all involve both our faces in very obvious couple photos. I glance at Harry Wolfe. Maybe this is why he's quiet.

Priscilla picks the one that would make any fan scream in horror and envy. It's a picture of some stock photo models. The girl is smiling into the camera and the guy is kissing her on the cheek. It's cute.

"I think this one is the best picture," she points out to Charles, "we can also try out these."

She points to three other photos. It's a photo of us him hugging me, him resting his head on top of mine, and a mirror selfie of the two of us posing for a photo together.

I can feel my face flush, and when I look at Harry, I can see his discomfort. One thing almost all the photos had in common was that Harry was being affectionate to me. It's not an impossible task but it's one that made my newest anti-fan heart race in anticipation.

★★★★★

There's something off about work today. I mean it's great I have a job and everything and frankly, I took to work like water in an aquarium. But unlike ever other day at work, today was off like the smell of day-old fish. Is it edible? Is it not? It will certainly smell even after it's been cooked.