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circle.”
    “And what circle is that?”
    “The movie industry.”
    “Oh, really? You a movie star?” He certainly is good looking enough. If I were to typecast him, I’d make him the guy you know you’re not supposed to fall in love with, but you can’t help yourself.
    He laughs. “No, I finance movies.”
    “Moneybags, huh?”
    He blinks slowly. “Something like that.”
    “Cool. Well, it was nice to see you again.” I make a move toward the bathroom. 
    He stops me. I look down at his muscular arm and read the now fully exposed scrolly tattoo. 
    It makes me laugh.
    “Abby? Are you that big of a fan?”
    He shrugs. “Not really. I dated a girl named Abby in high school. She left me for a guy with a Harley and unfortunately couldn’t take the tattoo with her.”
    “Sorry,” I say, sort of awkwardly. I could picture myself getting a Brooklyn tattoo. 
    Once he finally tells me he loves me and all. 
    “You know, you’re stunning. Prettier than your mom. I’m sorry I keep staring at your eyes, but they really are remarkable.”
    I can’t help but smile. “I have my dad’s eyes.”
    Vincent lowers his voice. “He died a few years ago in a plane crash, didn’t he? I’m sorry.”
    I nod my head. “Thanks.”
    “You ever thought of acting? I could cast you in my next movie.” 
    I roll my eyes and smirk at him. “That line usually work for you in a bar?”
    He touches my nose with the tip of his finger, cocks his head at me, and curls his lips into a smile. “You are a spunky one.” He clinks his beer bottle gently into mine. “Just how old are you anyway?”
    “Is that a trick question?”
    He replies with a hearty laugh. “Well, you look old enough here, but on the beach I would’ve guessed you to be too young.”
    I put my finger up to his lips. “Shh, don’t tell.”
    Then I work my way to the restroom. 
     
    When I come back out, he’s waiting for me by the door. He looks me over again. 
    I look at him like, What?  
    “Forgot to give you my card.” He pushes a business card into my hand. 
    I take it to be polite.
    “Uh, thanks, but if I want a part, I could get one through my family.”
    “That’s too bad. This isn’t just any part.”
    “Let me guess: I’m gonna win an Oscar? Have my name in lights?”
    “I own the rights to remake A Day at the Lake . I’ve been hoping to do it for a few years now, but I haven’t been able to find the right actress. You would be perfect.”
    “And, oh, what a perfect role it is!” I say in mock happiness, clasping my hands up by my cheek, and giving him a huge, fake smile. “I’d get to wear a bikini and scream! Please, sign me up!”
    He laughs at me. “You’re very funny, and you have a very expressive face. If you could harness that, call it up on cue, you’d probably be a better actress than your mom. Have you acted much?”
    “I grew up on movie sets, but no, I haven’t. And I’m not sure if I want to, but if I did—no offense—I’d probably want a more challenging role.”
    He nods his head. “I can respect that, but I’ll give you a piece of advice. Don’t turn anything down until you have all the facts. The remake I want to do will have the spirit of the original, but not the script. I want this to be a blockbluster. We’re adding special effects and doing a total rewrite. There will be full marketing. Posters, Barbie dolls, lunch boxes. The lead role needs to be more like Lara Croft or Buffy the Vampire Slayer than the helpless victim your mom was. We want a kick-ass heroine. I saw you out surfing, and you seem pretty athletic. Still, I’d be taking a big chance casting an unknown like you.”
    “You might be right. I should’ve listened. Something like that I might be interested in. I just thought—you know—we’re in a bar; you hear stories about that kind of stuff. So, is there a script I could see?”
    “Not yet. I’m still working on the financing.”
    “I see.” Hmm. Now I’m not sure there ever