Joining Ghostbusters 2

But Kate McKinnon Though...

I stare at my phone just re-reading and comprehending that im going on a date with Kate McKinnon. TONIGHT.

"Right - outfit, hair. makeup.. SHOES!? UGH what do I wear? a dress? jeans? is it casual?" I say and I fumble through the wardrobe. I settle on black jeans, black heels, Tshirt and blazer. Hair out and curled at the ends.

Right thats done.

I distract myself for the rest of the day cooking, cleaning and emailing family and friends, telling them how amazing and supportive everyone is. I jump on instagram for the first time in days and see what everyone back home is up to. I switch over to the fan account I had neglected since coming to New York the first time to meet with the writers. I scroll and see some recent photos of Kate, Kristen, Melissa and Leslie at a party the other night posing with some fans. This was last night - after they left my apartment!

I felt exasperated that they had left early under false pretenses.

I put my phone down and pace my apartment trying to rationalize last night. They decided to leave when Kate and I where lying on the floor - perhaps the chemistry was a bit too obvious and they wanted to give us some privacy. And Kate didn't rush off. And I did ask her to leave... after a while. I guess she then caught up with the girls then. OK... OK. Thats OK. Thats Fine. They were polite about it. Oh god how embarrasing that I put them in that situation. I dont know If I can blame the alcohol. Im not even hungover.

Thoughts keep racing through my head, one taking over another and then coming back through sending my emotions on a rollercoaster. I realise the time and jump in the shower and listen to music. That always calms me down.

I get ready and feel great about the look. I put on the blazer and check how it sits in the mirror. turning and posing. Take a few snaps for my private instagram account. Im interrupted by the intercom - Kate is here.

I rush out with my clutch and meet her in the lobby.

The elevator doors open up to the back of Kate leaning against the wall as she checks her phone. Heels, tight tight tight black pants, black leather jacket and white shirt underneath. Her hair up in a messy bun. My heart stops, my lungs stop. My eyes are locked. The elevator doors close.

"OH SHIT!" I yell as I reach over quickly for the door open button. The doors eventually open after I push the button for the 10th time and there is Kate with a big smile staring at me hunched over like Quazimodo. She reaches out her hand and holds the elevator doors in place should they close again.

I take her hand and straighten up smiling shyly "Sorry - I dont know what happened then!"

"I think I know" she laughs at me.

"You look amazing Kate!" I say as we walk out to the street. I realise we were still holding hands when she reached out for a taxi with the other one.

"You do too!" she responds looking back at me as a taxi pulls up.

"So where are we heading tonight?" I ask as she opens the door for me

"Ive reserved a table at Scarpetta, I hope you like Italian"

"I LOVE IT!" I exclaim.

She hops in the other side and gives the address.

The ride is quick but mostly quiet. My anxiousness resonating with hers.

We arrive and are seated quickly and we go over the menu's, hear the specials and order wine.

"How are you enjoying New York?" Kate asks to quash the silence.

"I am in love with this place and I have only been here a short time - But its everything I hoped it would be. It feels more like home than home. Ive always wanted to come here, never had the chance. Ive been longing after it for so long - it feels like a dream. This whole experience New York, the movie and now you! I cant believe it."I say quickly and with alot of excitement. I look at Kate and realise Ive been rambling on. Her eyes are wide and focused on me.