After All

Lie, lie, lie, I tell myself. Then again, it was kind of nice for once to feel special among my peers. But I wouldn’t admit that to Emmett.

“And did you sign that contract we were talking about?”

I nod. “I did.”

Even though the courier dropped it off at my desk and I signed the simple documents alone under fluorescent lights, I felt like I might as well have been in a dungeon, by candlelight, and signing it with my own blood.

“Did you find out who took the photographs? Anyone from your work?”

“The guy who I suspect was out sick so I couldn’t ask him,” I tell him.

“That’s convenient…”

“Right?”

Our conversation changes to easy topics after that, though the entire drive he keeps his hands all over me. I keep going from wanting him to touch me and enjoying it to hating the fact that I’m enjoying it because none of it is real.

By the time we get to the restaurant, Rodney’s Oyster House in Yaletown, I need a drink or twenty. Especially as the driver lets us off a few blocks away and we have to walk there, holding hands, past people who stop and take pictures. Luckily it’s only a few people who actually recognize Emmett but it’s still enough to make me feel awkward and question why I’m doing this again.

Forty grand, forty grand. It’s a mantra I’m repeating in my head.

“You’re doing so well,” Emmett whispers to me at the restaurant while the hostess walks us toward our table. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze and instinctively I squeeze his hand right back. That part I know was real and it gives me a dash of courage.

We’re lucky that even though we’re on display, the booth where we’re seated is out of earshot of everyone else in the restaurant so we don’t have to carry on a fake conversation. After the waitress leaves with our orders for drinks and a dozen oysters, Emmett gives me a sweet smile.

“How are you holding up?” he asks, tilting his head as he inspects me. I’m assuming I must look absolutely shell-shocked.

Well, I am.

“I’m…okay,” I tell him. I take in a deep breath and try to smile. “This is just really…weird.”

“I know.”

“I mean it has to be weird for you, too.”

“It is,” he says, still smiling.

“Why are you smiling like that then?”

“Because if you were my girlfriend and we were on this date, this is how I’d be looking at you.”

Oh.

He frowns. “Don’t tell me the guys you date aren’t drooling all over themselves when they talk to you.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah right.”

“You’re either exceedingly modest or just plain oblivious.”

“I’m neither of those things,” I tell him. “It’s just the truth. The guys here in this city, they’re constantly looking over my shoulder for someone better.”

“And where are you finding these guys?”

I swallow. “Dating apps.” I don’t know why I suddenly find it so embarrassing when that’s how everyone is doing it these days.

“That’s what you get for using those.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re Cruiser McGill and Doctor Death. You don’t need them, you can just snap your fingers and girls will appear in front of you. Naked, probably.”

He smiles and looks off, running his hand over his jaw. When he looks back to me, his eyes are dancing like he has a secret. “You want to know something? Before I got the role of the Doctor, I was using dating apps too.”

I blink at him in surprise. “Really?”

He nods slowly. “Yes. And you know what I discovered? That the women in this city were constantly looking over my shoulder for someone better. It goes both ways, you know.”

“Then it’s too bad we didn’t end up on a date with each other.”

“It is too bad,” he says this almost wistfully. “I would have liked that.”

The way he’s staring at me is causing all sorts of raucous inside. I clear my throat, not sure what to do with his sincerity. Is it acting or is it real?

“But you’re not really a city girl, are you?” he asks me. “You’re from Penticton.”

I shouldn’t be surprised he knows that. Autumn probably did his homework.

“Yep.”

“Did you like growing up there?”

I nod. “I love it out there. I miss it, actually. Cold winters, hot summers, none of this doom and gloom. I love how dry it is, like a desert. I miss the smell of the sagebrush in the morning, the calm of the lake. The vineyards and the big, big sky.”

Shit. All this talk is making me want to take a quick trip to visit my mother now. I wonder if I can get away with doing that without having Emmett come along. I feel like my mother would pick him apart.

“So why did you move to Vancouver?” he asks.

Here it comes. I try and play it off. “Why does everyone move to Vancouver? Opportunity. A taste of the city life.”

“But why did you move here? What brought Alyssa Martin out further west? What did this place promise you?”

The way he’s staring at me is like he’s looking right through me and if I don’t tell him the truth, he won’t be satisfied. He knows something is there, even if he doesn’t know what it is.

“Honestly?” I say slowly. “I wanted to be an actress.”

He stares at me with a blank expression. “Are you serious?”

“Yup,” I tell him and smile at the waitress as she approaches. The oysters look good but my dirty martini looks even better. Emmett, of course, is having a Manhattan.

When she’s gone, he’s back to grilling me.

“I had no idea,” he says, watching as I drink. “What happened?”

I swallow a mouthful, feeling the delicious burn. “What happens to most people. The dream didn’t work out. I couldn’t afford it.”

“But it’s not that expensive,” he says, then trails off.

“Did you just say Vancouver isn’t that expensive? When double-income couples who have no debt and make over two hundred grand a year still can’t afford to buy a home here?”

“I mean that acting shouldn’t cost that much. Just headshots, maybe some classes.”

“And time. Time is money, especially when you live here. I went to auditions and took classes all while working waitressing jobs. But it wasn’t going anywhere and I wasn’t making enough money, so after a while I realized I needed to smarten up. I put it on hold, promising myself that I’d give myself another shot at it later. But I needed a proper job. My mom couldn’t support me, we barely had any money growing up. My sisters are all scattered around the world, even then, and I’m the youngest so I was on my own. I got a real job, administration for an engineering firm, and then life just…got in the way.”

“How come I didn’t know this about you?”

I smirk at him over my drink. “Because this is all fake and we don’t know a thing about each other.” I take another sip and give him a steadying gaze. “I know you must hear this all the time, but you’re one of the lucky ones, Emmett. You had a dream, you went for it, and you got it. You didn’t have the struggle.”

At that he bursts out laughing, head thrown back. “Struggle? Baby, all I did was struggle.”