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the　guy　fromEntertainment　Weekly　；？　Ken　Mogul　said；　wrapping　his　arm　around

her　waist。　？Smile；　it？s　a　photo　op！？

Duke　stood　on　the　other　side　of　Vanessa　and　pressed　his　tanned；　angular　cheek　against　her　soft；

pale　one。　He　smelled　like　Coppertone。　？Say　salami！？

It　was　Vanessa？s　policynot　to　smile　when　she　was　being　forced　to　have　her　picture　taken；　but

why　not？　There　really　wasn？t　any　danger　that　she？d　get　swept　up　in　the　glow；　marry　Duke　in　the

Temple　of　Surf　and　Sand；　and　live　cheesily　ever　after　in　a　surf　shack？cum？film　studio　on　the

beach　in　Malibu。　She　was　too　hard…core　New　York　for　that；　and　besides；　she　hated　the　beach。　No；

tonight　would　be　her　one　night　of　cheese　and　then　tomorrow　she？d　go　back　to　being　normal　again。

？Salami！？　all　three　of　them　cried；　flashing　their　cheesiest　smiles　for　the　camera。

Duke　stayed　close　to　Vanessa？s　side　after　the　photographer　left。　？What　hotel　are　you　staying　at？？

he　asked；　assuming　she　was　from　LA；　just　like　everyone　else　he　knew。

Vanessa　unscrewed　the　cap　on　her　bottle　of　Evian　and　took　a　swig。　？Actually；　I　live　here　in　New

York；　in　Williamsburg；　with　my　sister。　I？m　still　in　high　school。　She　plays　in　a　band。？

Dork　looked　excited。　？Dude！？　he　cried。　？You？re　like　one　of　those　people　screenwriters　make　up；

you　know？？　He　lifted　his　fingers　to　make　quotations　in　the　air；　？An　？urban　hipster。？　Except

you？rereal　。　You？re　realer　than　real。　You？re　dyno…mite！？

For　a　guy　called　Dork；　he　was　actually　pretty　insightful。

？Thanks；？　Vanessa　said；　unsure　whether　that　was　the　correct　response　or　not。　She？d　never　had　a

conversation　with　someone　so　stupid　before。　She　felt　a　hand　on　her　elbow　and　she　turned　around。