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of　Eleanor　Rose；　Bailey　Winter？s　most　loyal　couture　client；　would　surely　e　in　handy　when　it

came　to　landing　an　assistantship　on　the　set　ofBreakfast　at　Fred？s　。

If　you　can？t　beat　？em；　join　？em！

it？s　getting　hot　in　here

Furtively　cupping　the　butt　in　his　palm；　Dan　took　a　long　last　drag　on　his　cigarette　and　tossed　it　to

the　ground；　stubbing　it　out　quickly　and　exhaling　smoke　into　the　breeze。　He　was　stationed　on　a

bench　at　the　corner　of　Sixth　Avenue　and　Houston　and　could　see　Bree　crossing　the　street。　He　didn？t

want　her　to　catch　him　smoking？again。

？Dan！？　Bree　called　out；　dodging　the　battalion　of　cabs　creeping　up　Sixth　Avenue；　waving

excitedly。　She　was　wearing　short；　stretchy　black　pants　that　flared　a　little　at　her　calves　and　a

turquoise　sports　bra　and　was　carrying　a　gray　Nalgene　water　bottle。　She　trotted　through　the　traffic

and　up　to　the　bench。

？Hi！　It？s　so　good　to　see　you。？

？You　too；？　Dan　replied；　oh…so…casually　closing　his　book　and　grinning　at　her。

？Oh！　You？re　readingThe　Way　of　the　Artist　！？　she　exclaimed。　？Ilove　that　book。？

？Really？？　Dan　had　a　feeling　she　might。　？That？s　a　funny　coincidence。？

Sure　it　is。

？Totally；？　giggled　Bree。　？FirstSiddhartha　；nowThe　Way　of　the　Artist　？　You　must　be　the　Strand？s

spiritual　expert。？

？Oh；　definitely；？　Dan　lied。　？Everyone　they　hire　has　a　different　specialty。？

？Cool。？　Bree　grabbed　his　hand　and　yanked　him　up　off　the　bench。　？Now　e　on！　We？re　going　to

be　late。？

？Okay；？　Dan　agreed　cheerfully。　？I　hate　missing　the　previews。？

？Previews？？　Bree　asked。　？We？re　not　going　to　the　movies。　Remember？　We？re　going　to　Bikram。？

？Uh；　yeah；？　Dan　replied　nervously。Bikram；　Bikram；　Bikram。　Not　a　movi