scene there. Sami had read that Leonardo DiCaprio had been there every night for a month while he was shooting his last film, and that Liv Tyler had celebrated her birthday in the VIP room.
Those celebs werenât there tonight, butthere was certainly enough glitter and glam to go around. In the corner, Sami recognized the faces of several young models sheâd seen in fashion magazines and on TV commercials. Some were exotic, with long dark hair and unique features, while others had blond hair and blue eyes. But they were all long legged, and dressed magnificently in casual chic dresses and simple accessories. They giggled loudly, knowing they were bringing attention to themselves as they happily shared a single flan dessert.
Then Sami noticed a familiar face standing by the bar. âOh, my goodness!â she squealed as she gripped Bruceâs arm. âIsnât that Lucy Liu? It could be her, you know. I read somewhere that she was born in New Yorkâ¦.â Samiâs eyes suddenly fell on another woman at the bar. She was a tall, beautiful African-American woman with long, dyed blond hair. Her clothes were obviously very expensive, if a little flashy. There was a crowd around her, and by the looks of her flamboyant hand motions, she enjoyed that immensely. She was the most exotic woman Samiâd ever seen.
Or is she?
âOh wow!â Sami exclaimed suddenly. âThatâs a
man
!â
âFor Godâs sake, Sami, donât stare,â Bruce hissed in her ear. âAnd donât talk so loud.â
Sami blushed. She hadnât realized that sheâd been staring or shouting. Sheâd just been so shocked by the realization.
âThatâs not just any man,â Bruce whispered. âItâs RuPaul, a very famous entertainer.â
âIâve never heard of her ⦠or should I say him ⦠I mean, what do you call him or her?â
Bruce rolled his eyes. âRuPaul.â
Sami nodded. âBoy, wait until I tell Celia about this.â
âFor Godâs sake, Sami, stop behaving like a tourist. Keep your cool. Just act like youâre one of them.â
Sami looked at Bruce as though he had three heads. How could sheâa girl from Elk Lake, Minnesotaâever pretend to be one of the beautiful New York people? It wasnât possible.
Bruce went up to the mâitre dâ and gave him his name. The man looked skeptical atfirst, but then checked his list. âAh, here you are,
Señor
Jamison. Right this way.â
They followed the man to a table far in the back, not far from the bathrooms. Still, Sami was thrilled just to be in the restaurant. Bruce, however, was not happy. âDonât you have anything better?â he demanded.
âIâm sorry,
señor,
but weâre totally booked for tonight. This is our last table.â
Bruce sighed heavily.
âItâs okay,â Sami insisted. âIâve got a great view of the restaurant from here.â
âItâll have to do,â Bruce said finally.
A few moments later, a waiter appeared, and Bruce ordered dinner for the both of them, since Sami seemed confused by the menu. âJust trust me,â Bruce told Sami before he told the waiter what to bring. âI wouldnât steer you wrong.â
Sami nodded and sipped on her water. She was trying to look nonchalant and sophisticated, just as Bruce had urged her to do. But the truth was, she was nervous and excited, waiting for Bruce to bring up the topic of her designs.
He didnât. They exchanged small talk throughout the meal, chatting about NewYork things: how awful the subways were, whether the mayorâs ban on smoking would ruin the club scene, and the high cost of rent. Not once did either of them mention anything having to do with the office. Most of the time it was Bruce holding forth with his opinions. Sami had nothing to compare these situations to. So she just nodded a lot.
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