Page 108 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“No way am I in the same league as Rach... Uh, what’s her name again?”
“Rachael Roman. Ah, seeing her gave me goosebumps.”
“She’s one of the all-time greats.”
I wrap an arm around him and lean my head on his shoulder as we walk. “I’d still rewatch one of your movies over one of hers.”
“Because you like fluffy rom-coms over three hour dramas.”
“I bet you, Rachael knows who you are.”
He puffs a laugh, his shoulders tightening. “There’s no way.”
I giggle, tugging on his arm. “Wanna go back and find out?”
“Are you crazy?” he lowers his voice, his face glowing red. “I’m not going back there. How embarrassing.”
I giggle again. “I didn’t know big-time celebrities got embarrassed.”
“Rachael is A list. She’s big-time.”
“I have a feeling I saw a video of her lip-syncing to one of your songs.”
He scoffs. “Whatever.”
“Do you not remember those girls who were ogling you earlier? You’re famous, remember?”
He goes redder. “Joze, don’t. Seriously, you’re freaking me out. I mean, it’s Rach, Rachael Freaking Ray-Ramon.”
I grin wider and kiss his heated cheek. “Okay, cutie. I’ll stop teasing.”
Wyatt turns me toward a storefront. “Quick, let’s go in here. I need a subject change.”
I send him a wink. “I bet there will be another sales clerk who’ll be going gaga over you.”
Wyatt rolls his eyes, following me into the store. There’s a funky techno beat playing overhead, the floor tiles have a high shine, and there’s a dramatic lighting design highlighting the different sections of the store.
Compared to the previous boutique, this has a more youthful, energetic feel. It’s still a little too hyped for my liking, but I might be able to find clothes that fit my preppy aesthetic.
“Mr. Hayes,” an enthusiastic voice calls out. A woman of about twenty-five dashes towards us, her shiny black pumps clicking against the tiles. “It’s so incredible to see you again.”
Wyatt reluctantly shakes her hand. “Ah, thanks.”
She plants a hand on her chest. “My name is Marsha. You probably don’t remember me.”
Wyatt winces. “Ah, no, sorry. B-but, it’s not because you’re for-forgettable or anything.”
Marsha sucks in a breath, her face growing a shade paler. “I’ve been following online about your recovery. I’m so sorry you’ve been out of action for so long. It must be killing you not to be performing.”
Wyatt scratches the side of his head, trying to rid his discomfort. “Uh, yeah.”
“Sorry, it’s probably the last thing you want to talk about. I’ve been such a fan since Talent Quest, and it’s such a thrill to see you again.”
“And how do we...?”
“We actually worked together.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows lift. “We did?”
