"Where to, miss?"
She knows he's pretending not to know her name.
He knows that she knows.
Neither admit to their shared secret, leaving Sandra drowning in gratitude. She gives her address and her shoulders drop, the release of rigid muscles a surprising relief.
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After she'd unpacked and gotten a good night's sleep, Sandra is ready to jump back into her schedule. She zips up her black, leather pants and tops it with a soft, white sweater. She searches for the back of her diamond stud earring, finding it just in time to hear Gesine announce that her car has arrived. She dabs her favorite perfume behind both ears, reveling in the light rose aroma, then bounds down the stairs to grab her purse. She has another promotional interview scheduled that morning with Bobbie Wygant, an NBC reporter known for her celebrity interviews. In her driveway is a black limousine, the driver standing beside it, waiting to open her door.
She greets the driver with a friendly grin. "Hey, how's it going?" He nods and opens the door, standing out of her way. She places one hand on the door, and one high heel into the car, preparing to step in, when she sees someone sitting on the other side of the camel-colored, leather bench seat. She's surprised to find Keanu sitting there, dressed in a black jacket, black dress pants, and an open-collared white dress shirt. He has his head propped on his fist as he leans against the window. Their eyes fasten, and his face warms.
"Hey there," he straightens himself in his seat, subconsciously running his hand across his mouth and chin.
"Are we—" her voice rises in a shrill of surprise. "Are we together today?"
He gave her a wink. "I think we are."
"Great!" She squeaks, lowering herself onto the seat as the driver waits with his hand still on the door.
FRAAAAAAAP!
The entire world is still as Sandra's eyes expand, her jaw drops, and her ears turn icy hot. The driver stares straight ahead without a flinch. "Oh my God," she whispers.
Keanu's lips curve with amusement.
"That, that was not me, I swear," she launches into an explanation, pointing to her leather pants. "I mean, it was me, but it wasn't me! My pants—." she has one hand on her thigh and her other hand slaps the seat. "The leather. They're leather and..."
Keanu's eyes are turning red as he fights to restrain himself. He waves in her direction, attempting to mime his indifference and temper her embarrassment.
"Look, if it was me, I'd own it dude. Everybody toots," With that his laughter is unleashed, infecting Sandra."Stop! Stooppp! My mascara!" She cries, padding under her eyes with her pinkie finger.
Sighing, they collapse into each other, Keanu slipping his arm around her shoulders with ease and her settling right into him, her head falling onto his shoulder. Before the chorus of the song on the radio is over, they stiffen like two people who stumbled onto thin ice, not sure where to step next.
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She is on set, sinking back into an upholstered sofa and making small talk before Bobbie opens her questioning. Keanu and a PR rep from the studio are standing off-stage, watching. A voice near the cameraman calls outs: "Rolling!"
*"Well Sandra! It's nice be able to sit here and talk with you about Speed. What a film!"
"You like it? It's something I'm proud of, I think." She glances sideways to Keanu and the studio rep. "Yeah, I am, very proud of it."
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