She opens her eyes again when he drops on her, all conked out. She raises her lower lip and kisses him.

“Best movie ever!”

It’s only the next day that they realize they missed the scene where Marilyn stands on a subway grate and her white dress is blown upwards by a passing train. Well, they had their own sexy moment.

When she hears the bell, she takes a deep breath and fakes another smile.

It’s Frankie. The sight of this clean-cut guy in his oversized dorky jacket is the last thing she expected. Tears stream from her eyes. She pushes into his open arms.

Frankie’s eyes get moist when Annette shakes against his chest. His arms reach all the way around her. He caresses her auburn hair. Her tears trickle through his shirt.

After a few minutes, there’s less shaking and more sniffing. She looks up at him. Even like this, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He smiles.

“Hey, buy you a cup of coffee?”

She smiles back, but tears start streaming again. She pushes her face into his chest. After a moment, Annette looks up again.

“Sorry. Your shirt’s all wet… And I think there’s some mascara smudges there as well.”

“I have another shirt.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But just the one.”

“Don’t tell me: you alternate them every day.”

“Hey! No one notices.”

“That’s what you think. Women notice everything.”

“My mother lives in Sacramento.”

“No lady friends, huh?”

“How can you tell?”

“You have two shirts that you alternate. And you wear your father’s jacket.”

“My big bother’s…”