Jess is taking photos of the carp in the tub. “Have you tried to catch it, yet?”

“No. But then, I guess the cats haven’t either.”

“So where’d you guys go?”

“Well, we went back to her place.”

“Duh.”

“We could’ve come back to my place.”

“I just meant it’s not like you parted company. You were pretty cuddly when you left.”

Jason beams. “Well, the thing is, we did spend a lot of time talking.”

“Oh God, please tell me you weren’t a lap dog.”

“No. We got some… business out of the way first.”

In a deep guttural voice, Jess intones, “It’s bidness.”

“Anyway.”

“So, that’s cool. You slept with her and now you’re pals.”

Jason laughs her off, “Sure.”

“You gonna’ see her again?”

“Well, actually, yeah.”

“No way! When?”

“Tonight.”

“Get out!”

“Seriously. She really wants to see my studio.”

Jess stops taking pictures for a moment and lets the camera hang around her neck. “Jason, she likes you.”

“I guess so.”

“Aw. And I set you up.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

“You should thank me! Holy crap, you should pay me some serious cash!”

“I don’t know about that. I mean, in the end it was my charm that—“

“Stop. Stop now. I can see your head inflatign. I’m dating a supermodel… you know.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Man. That’s so awesome, Jason.” She smiles at him genuinely and then in her best Paris Hilton, “That’s hot.”

“Oh god. I’m having flashes of my future life.”

“What if she totally wants to drag you to like… like… fashion week or whatever models do when they go places?”

“Actually, I kinda’ got the feeling last night that’s she’s a little sick of all that stuff.”

“I bet.”

“She said she wants to be a cat because cats don’t care about who’s famous or pretty. And she said if she was a cat she’d want to be named Chamomile.”

“That’s a nice cat name.”

“Yeah. She seemed really serious about it.” Jason shakes his head. “It’s hard to read her, you know. I guess it’s just the language barrier.”

“She seemed to speak English fine when I spoke to her.”

“Yeah. It’s something else. There just seems to be more complicated things going on in her head then what she says.” He thinks for a moment, “It was weird too…”

“What?”

“Well, her apartment—there was, like, nothing in it. She had a few photographs, a few dishes and a bed. But it was a big place. It was a nice place.”

“Well, she’s from Munich, right? She’s probably—oh, see—you’re gonna’ be her American fling.” Jess starts nodding, putting the plot elements into place. “She’s here for a couple of shoots and you’re gonna’ be her boy toy. There’s one in Paris, one in Milan.”

Jason laughs, “Awesome.”

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