“That sounds like an interesting career,” I say. I imagine Tiana running through an alleyway in high heels, state secrets tucked in her too-tight bra. “Have you been in anything we would know?”
“I only work with Russian filmmakers. Do you speak Russian?” She looks down her nose at me. Oh, too bad Gretchen’s not here. A worthy adversary at last.
“Sadly, I am monolingual.”
“What?” Her lip curls. I’m afraid she might melt me.
“English only.”
“Yes, well, that is what will ruin America. The arrogance of its people who think English is the only language.”
Wow. Okay.
What the hell did Luke see in this girl?
“Well, good seeing you, Tiana. Take care,” Luke says, cupping my elbow to move me toward the stairs. I only need to turn once to confirm that the burning in my back is from her eyes la
