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Disoriented, I stand up straight Russell casually nudgesover at hi to s uncertainly toward us, clutching a s-no makeup, sweatpants, hair pulled back with a scrunchie, Gucci sunglasses

Behind her the French fil equipment into a blue van that’s double-parked on Avenue Verdier

"What are you doing here?" she asks, lowering her sunglasses

"Hey," I’ on?" she asks, a little ," I’, u, as if she hasn’t heard ?" She pauses "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, baby, I’ mindlessly "It looks like rain, huh, baby?"

"You’re white," she says "You look like you’ve been crying" She reaches out a hand to touch my face Instinctively I pull away

"No, no, no," I’ I’s are cool"

"Oh," she says, followed by a long pause

"Whoa," I add to it

"What are you doing here?" she asks

"Well, baby, I’lance at Russell-" French lessons from him"

She just stares at me Silence

"You know, baby, I can’t speak a word of it So" I shrug

She’s still staring at ht," she says, but now she’s staring at Russell "You look totally familiar Have we met?"

"I don’t think so," Russell says "Butout a hand

"I’ht," she says "Yeah, I thought I recognized you You’re the actor"

"Yeah, yeah" He’s nodding boyishly "I recognized you too"