Fighting Animals

Ch. 6: Thumb Below Knuckles

     JR paced outside of the meeting room on the second floor of the business center plaza.

     A journalist for Rolling Stone stopped by earlier to get a picture and a quote. It wasn't right for JR to not have gone through his manager first, but he loved breaking free from his handlers.   

     His watch marked five fifty-five. Could he pull off a convincing apology over the phone in five minutes?

     He bounced his shoulders in a moody fuss. He wasn't any good at make-up protocol, and with Delilah, he couldn't afford a mistake.

     Men and women entered, some taking time to compare JR's face to the one on the billboards while others entered fast, unimpressed by yet another celebrity sighting.

     His thoughts couldn't orbit anything but Delilah, contemplating the mystery of how he ever won her over.

     Stella had introduced them when Delilah needed a tour guide. JR convinced himself that she was just too jet lagged to turn him down and that she'd cancel at the last minute, but she never cancelled, and he was stuck taking a smart, beautiful girl out on a date. 

     Having been on the D-list at the time, he took her to Universal Studios to consolidate all of Hollywood into one location.