Page 41 of Catch Me
“I’ll wait outside,” I mumble before heading out of the door without a second look back.
Minutes later, we’re on the road back to my apartment.
On the way, Andreas tells me about a few shops around the city that he frequents.
“I get a lot of my secondhand books from that one," he says. “It’s been great for finding books for my book club.”
“You’re in a book club?” The surprise must be evident in my tone.
He raises his eyebrows.
“You just seem too cool for book clubs.”
He tuts. “Most of the smartest, coolest people I’ve ever met are part of book clubs. Oprah Winfrey, Reese Witherspoon, my mom.”
I cover my mouth when a guffaw interrupts him.
“What?”
“You just sounded so … cute when you said that.” My heart melts a little more.
“Cute?” he grumbles but takes my hand into his.
I watch as he brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckle. “You’re the only person I’ll allow to call mecutefrom here on out.”
I want to respond but can’t due to the tremors cascading through my body from having his lips on my skin.
“Cute is a compliment,” I finally manage to say. “How long have you been a part of this book club?”
He goes on to tell me that he and another actor-friend of his started the group about five years ago. They don’t limit themselves to a particular genre, which I find interesting. When it comes to fashion I’ve never thought of limiting what I liked to just one style or period in time.
Fashion is too diverse to be limited.
Which is why I personally love costume design over personal styling.
“Tell me more,” Andreas encourages when I tell him as much.
“As a costume designer, or assistant to the assistant costume designer,” I correct, “I get the opportunity to work on diverse sets. WhileLate Nightsis my first movie set, before filming started, I did help with a few of the studio’s other projects.
“I enjoy how one week I may be helping with the costumes of a show set in the early twentieth century, and the next working on a film set in a different galaxy a hundred years in the future.”
The space between his brows wrinkles. “What’s the movie set in the future?”
I shake my head. “That one hasn’t happened yet. I was just making up an example. But it could. And thinking of the types of designs that setting would need as opposed to a film likeLate Nightsis exciting.”
“Do you regret working onLate Nights?”
I have no idea where that question comes from.
“It’s not very high fashion,” he says, explaining.
“Not at all. Not every costume has to be high fashion to be meaningful. That’s the beauty of fashion. The clothes are supposed to reveal more about the character or the person wearing them, not about the fabric.”
He gives me a sideways smile, and it takes me far too long to peel my gaze away from those lips.
Before I realize it, we’re turning into the parking lot of my apartment.
“Tomorrow, I have a few appearances and interviews,” he says once he pulls into an empty spot, directly in front of the door.
