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my desire to pay.
    “I know it’s expensive. That’s why I wanted to pay. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.”
    “Not at all. I offered and I’m not offended by your attempt to compensate. I appreciate it.”
    I nodded shyly, and we sat in discomfited silence until Rhys looked up and chuckled. “I have an idea. Let’s play a form of twenty questions. I’ll ask ten and you ask ten, and we each have to answer. This way we can become more familiar with one another...break the ice so to speak.”
    I didn’t want to play, but then we would have to sit there and stare at each other uncomfortably, so half-heartedly I agreed. “You start.”
    He began by asking my favorite color, and the questions that followed were fairly comfortable. We discussed favorite movies, books, and food, staying in safe territory for the first 10 questions. I told him that it wasn’t easy to pick my favorite movies because I loved film and his eyebrows shot up.
    “What?”
    “Nothing,” he shrugged.
    “No, tell me. What is it?” I insisted.
    “Well,” he gestured with his hand. “I guess I’m surprised to hear you love movies that much. Most fanatics react differently around celebrities, and you don’t seem too excitable to work with me.”
    If he only knew how much he already affected me. He made me question myself, every movement, my words, and any other decision I made around him. He noticed my reflection and said, “I don’t mean to offend you. You just seem distant. Most people want to be my best friend.”
    “No.” I understood. I contemplated the best explanation I could offer. “I respect you and your work, Rhys, but I don’t really care for your fame. You’re just another person I have to work with.”
    He hummed with a smile, but it was forced and sad. “Maybe eventually a friend, too?”
    I couldn’t bear to break his heart, so I fibbed. “Yes, and a friend. Although I’m sure you’ll forget about me once our training is complete.”
    I caught my breath when Rhys leaned over and reached for my hand. “Never. I hope we can stay in touch after our work is done.”
    I was awed by him yet questioned his sincerity. I had no reason to doubt him and I couldn’t stop staring at our hands on the table and back to his face. He removed his from mine, concerned I was uncomfortable, but it felt nice. In fact, the only discomfort I felt was how at ease our hands felt joined. I couldn’t handle the exposure I felt as he watched me and reminded him, “next question,” in an attempt to move on.
    We continued discussing ourselves, comparing places we’ve traveled or wanted to visit. He told me that he had an apartment in Paris when I mentioned that it was going to be my first trip sometime soon. Rhys insisted that I use his place and even consider allowing him to be my personal tour guide. I smiled in false agreement, but knew there was no chance in hell I would take him up on the offer.
    He kept me distracted, offering bits of myself in order to learn more about him, and I was becoming hooked on discovering out each layer he gave me. I became so comfortable around him I wasn’t ready for his last question. It was general, and seemingly harmless, but to me it was like looking in the Mirror of Erised from Harry Potter. All the things I wanted, and all the things I didn’t have.
    “What’s been the happiest moment of your life so far?”
    I flinched when he asked, thinking of Aaron’s proposal and replaying it in my mind. Aaron and I knew since tenth grade that we wanted to get married, but life had other plans. He was always thoughtful and romantic, coming up with surprises for me. He had bought one of those blank books to write our love story in and filled the whole thing out.
    Giving it to me as a gift, I flipped through the pages, laughing at things he’d written, admiring photos he’d added to it. But when I got to the last section, a section set up for the future, I saw that Aaron had taped