“Come on lets order some food”

“That wasn’t too painful was it?”

Scott hands Tina a glass of water.

“No but I have seen most of it before and I’m sure you will have millions of teenagers falling at your feet”

Scott gives Tina a warm smile.

“Maybe it’s not teenagers that I am interested in”

“Hmmm and I’m sure you don’t have any problems in that department, now don’t you have interviews to do”

“Yes I do, are you not joining me?”

“No thanks to be honest Scott I had a really late one last night and I am feeling a little tired, I think I will just grab a cab and go home”

“No…no…you can’t do that….ok….let me take you home I’ll skip the interviews.

Tina shakes her head.

“You know I can’t let you do that we need those interviews to hit the mags in time for the film release, are you trying to get me fired”

Scott grins cheekily

“I know so please wait and I promise as soon as I am finished I will get you home….please”

“You do know it’s the thought of Helena kicking my ass and not those puppy dog eyes you are giving me that I am prepared to wait don’t you”

“Of course I do…I won’t be long”

He leans in and gives Tina a quick peck on the cheek, Tina can’t help but smile at his charming boyishness.

The after screening room has filled up with press, photographers,wannabe’s and never will be’s.

She watched Scott make his way through the growing crowd and noticed how most of the females where aching for a chance to talk to him, she had to admit he was gorgeous, charming and could understand the attention he received.

She wasn’t stupid she was aware that Scott was cautiously flirting with her all evening and he was very likeable but when he looked at her she felt nothing, no spark, no increase in heart rate, no trembling of the knees.

She scanned over all the supposedly beautiful people in the room, both male and female, and no doubt she was surrounded by some very attractive people, she found herself comparing them to Bette, there was not ass in the room that even came close, a pair of eyes that she wanted to drown in, a mop of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through, lips she fantasized about kissing.