"Nothing," he said, but frowned. "Andrew Wood? Why?"

My eyes widened in an effort to say, hello. "Because he's my favorite porn star of all time. He's like... in the porn hall of fame."

"He's... old."

I'd never guffawed in my life, but I was pretty sure I guffawed then, and said the first thing that went into my head. "Wine gets better with age, so do some men. Specifically him."

Tristan rolled those bright green eyes, but smirked. "I just don't get it. Why is he your favorite?"

I realized then that I was talking about my favorite porn star to someone I barely knew and that was pretty weird. However, logic evaded me and my mind settled onto the fact that Tristan looked disapproving at my choice. "You want me to tell you why he's my favorite?"

"Yeah."

I sighed and didn't even need to think about the reasons why I favored Andrew Wood porn. "Okay, well, have you seen his movies?"

Tristan just shrugged, giving a half-assed nod. Mr. Wood was a legend in the porn industry. He'd been around for nearly two decades, and was still considered to be one of the most sought after porn stars in the business. In his early forties, I thought he looked to be in better shape than pretty much any other man. With dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and an olive complexion, the man was a fucking looker. Nikki and I had joked around for years about agreeing to do porn if we could do it with him. I had compiled a list one drunken night of the things I'd do to him if I had the chance. Weird? Maybe.

"He's just so... passionate in his movies," I emphasized the word by widening my eyes. "He likes what he's doing, obviously, but he's not like these studs nowadays who just want to fuck a girl like they're a machine or something. You know? He's not a bam, bam, bam, sort of guy. He puts a little something into it, I think it's hot, " I finished. How in the world I managed to say that without giggling, I don't know. Who the hell talks about porn with a stranger? I guess I did.

He gave me a really funny look that I couldn't even begin to decipher. "He's old."

"You're going to be old someday too, Magellan." I responded with a wink.

He just huffed, crossing those arms that I was pretty positive were packing some serious muscle, over his chest. "I got awhile." He looked up at the ceiling and sighed, whispering, "Andrew Wood."

"Oh, whatever, Mr. I'm-Hiding-Under-My-Cap-and-Hoodie-Because-I'm-A-Pussy-and-Don't-Want-Anyone-To-See-Me."

"I don't!" he answered with a big smile on his face. I swear he smiled so much it was impossible not to smile back at him. I think he could have told me that I looked like Gollum in Lord of the Rings and I'd still smile back at him.

"Pussy," I called out one more time and laughed.

Tristan shook his head as he pushed back from his chair, gathering up all of our trash. "C'mon, little gold digger, I'll walk you to grandpa's booth. It's on my way."

"I barely know you, yet, somehow I already know you're full of shit," I said while getting out of my chair, waiting for him to come back around after throwing away our mess.

"Oh, Kat," He sighed, shaking his head again.

He looked down while we started walking, carefully sidestepping a lot of people who were still looking at us curiously, remembering our earlier snorts and laughter. I couldn't help but take inventory on the fact that he was so good looking it was unreal, and his personality was just... I didn't know how to describe it. Knowing that he was walking me over to the booth and that it might be the last time I saw him, made my chest clench up a bit. It was probably because he was unbelievably hot that I craved his attention like a teenage girl with uncontrollable hormones. So I asked myself, what I should do?