Serendipity

CHAPTER 4

"And then we live happily ever after." Rachel sighed dramatically as she flipped the final page of her script closed. She glanced out the night-darkened window of her trailer and yawned. She was absolutely exhausted from her busy day, plus the fact that she was still functioning on East Coast time, but she didn't want to call it a night just yet. Even though she knew she had the next few months to spend with Quinn, she wasn't ready to leave the blonde for the evening. "You know, I think this movie will resonate well with the public."

Quinn swallowed thickly, rather liking the sound of her and Rachel living 'happily ever after', and nodded. "I do too. But do you think it'll be because we're both women, or because of the story?"

The blonde's question was a good one, and Rachel bounced her head from side to side as she considered it. "Honestly? Both. I think the initial wave of press attention will be focused on the fact that the two romantic leads are both women, but I think once people can see past that they'll just see it for what it is."

"A love story," Quinn supplied.

Rachel nodded emphatically. "Exactly."

"So, did you ever hear back from your assistant about where you're going to stay while we're in LA?" Quinn asked as she slipped her copy of the script into her purse.

"Yeah." Rachel pulled out the envelope that had been delivered to her by courier that afternoon. "It looks like I am already checked in to a garden cottage at the Chateau Marmont," she read aloud as she pulled an electronic keycard from the heavy manila envelope. "That sounds familiar – I'm assuming it's okay?"

Quinn nodded, easily picturing Rachel strolling around the historic grounds of the famous hotel. "Very okay, Rach. You'll like it."

"Have you stayed there?"

"Not at the hotel, no. But it has a really nice bar and restaurant that I've been to a few times for functions and stuff."

Rachel smiled as an idea struck her. "So you know how to get there from here?"

The naiveté behind Rachel's question had Quinn biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. One would be hard pressed to find anybody who was in the business in Hollywood that didn't know where the Chateau Marmont was and how to get there. Instead of pointing that out, however, she kept her answer simple and concise. "Yes."

"Well, then how about if you let me follow you over there so I don't have to listen to that nasally woman on the GPS and we can go to dinner."

Quinn chuckled, secretly pleased that the brunette wanted to spend more time with her, but couldn't resist teasing her a little. "The GPS isn't that bad."

Sensing victory, Rachel threw her hands up in the air delightedly. "Yea! Okay, so now I just have to get my bags into my car and... are there any PAs around still to move my bags?"

"I can take care of your bags," Quinn said, still chuckling at the brunette's excited antics. "What kind of car did they get you?"

The brunette's eyes dropped to the keys that were delivered to her earlier while she and Quinn were running lines. "A Mercedes."

"Go find it and I'll start bringing out your bags."

"I can help," Rachel argued weakly, knowing full well that she really couldn't. She'd crammed so many clothes into the few bags that she'd brought with her on the plane that there was no way she'd be able to lift any of them.

Quinn grinned and shook her head. She was more than fine taking care of the brunette. "Go find your car and bring it over here and then we'll see about that."