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to be just pizza and a movie.
    “I don’t know why I always order a whole pie,” he said, opening the door. “I only eat half, then put the rest in the fridge, forget about it, then find fuzzy slices in the back.”
    I laughed like a good flirt would do and made my way inside. His place was very masculine and tidy, with southern touches here and there, just like I would have expected. I made myself comfortable on his sofa where he had the pizza on the coffee table and a movie cued up on the screen.
    “Help yourself to a slice,” he said, gesturing toward the box. “Can I get you water, sweet tea, or Coke?” he asked.
    “Diet Coke?” I asked. He shook his head. “Water’s great, then,” I replied. “What movie did you get?” I asked. I pulled a slice of what looked like ‘everything’ pizza from the box and set it on a plate as Kevin handed me an ice-cold bottle of water. He took a seat in the recliner next to the sofa with his, what I assumed was, sweet tea, and grabbed his own slice.
    “ Silver Linings Playbook ?” he said, half asking. “Seen it yet?”
    I shook my head. “No, but I’ve heard it’s awesome,” I said. “What made you choose this one?”
    “Well, it got a lot of nominations last year at the Oscars, and it’s this girl’s favorite movie. You know that woman I was mentioning last week? So, I thought I’d give it a go. Is that okay?” He picked up a stack of papers and a pen. “I always grade with the TV on. It alleviates the boredom of grading.”
    “Sounds like good reasons to me,” I said, forcing a friendly smile as my heart sank. Here I thought he wanted to spend the evening curled up with a movie, but turned out he just didn’t want to deal with leftovers and watch a movie—sorta.
    After the movie and two too many slices, I thanked Kevin for dinner and a movie and went back to my apartment. I had to get to bed because my first day of work was the next day. I sent my mom a quick text about my day and hit the pillow. I was still really tired from last week’s exams and move, and a little disappointed that it seemed like things with Kevin weren’t going to advance. It was okay, really. I wasn’t going to date this summer anyway , I tried convincing myself.
    “And now, our last order of business—Newbies,” Alex, the older man who I interviewed with last month, said with a wink to the row of us sitting in the back. “Interns, please step forward and introduce yourselves. Tell us where you go to school, and what your focus is with regards to Film and TV.” The man who had been sucking all of the oxygen out of the room with his blathering on and on with everything from ratings to toilet paper, sat down and buried his nose in his iPhone.
    Everyone else’s eyes in the room swung our way, thirty-some pair, looking us over. The eight of us looked at each other for support. One of the other interns, Jenny, and I looked at Ben, silently selecting him go first. After all, he was sitting at the end and really seemed to like himself.
    This morning there was a quick orientation and a meet and greet with our department mentors, and we got to meet the other interns as well: Ben, Terri, Serena, Blake, Matt, Dan, and last, but most definitely not least, there was Jenny. She was super sweet with gorgeous, East Indian looks—caramel colored skin, thick black hair, and fantastic, exotic dark eyes. Jenny and I hit it off immediately. Ben and I…not so much. He thought an awful lot of himself. He reminded me a little too much of Dickwad . I hadn’t gotten a chance to meet the others yet.
    “I’m Ben Collins. I’m a senior at UCLA where I’m focusing on cinematography. My folks live on the Island, so I’m a New York resident for the summers. I’m here to get a better understanding of single-camera on set cinematography,” he said smugly.
    Jenny took the bullet next. “Hi, my name tag says I’m Janhavi Mahajan, but please, everyone calls me Jenny. I’m interested in directing,