e asked； determined that the ugly incident with the
paparazzi wouldn？t put a damper on the evening。 After all； this was the first time she？d had
Thaddeus all to herself。 There was no angry director； no fussy cinematographer； no script to follow。
She wasn？t going to let this moment pass。
He shrugged。 ？Maybe we should just sit here for a while。？ He sank down onto the stoop。 ？Are
you okay？？
？I？m fine；？ she breathed； delicately pulling at her dress before sitting down next to him。
？That fucking photographer；？ he growled sulkily。
Serena put a protective hand on his leg。 ？He was just an asshole。？ She smiled cheerfully at
him。 ？Don？t worry about it。 e up and I？ll make you a nice cold mojito。？
？Sometimes I just get tired of it？the way they talk to you like they know you。 The way he called
me Thad； you know？？ Thaddeus went on； ignoring her invitation。 Serena blinked at the sliver of
moon hovering over a Seventy…second Street high…rise。
？It must be hard for you。 I mean； people probably think they know you。 They see your movies；
they see you in ma