Check who it is

No one you know owns a motorcycle - do they? With a strange premonition, you go to the window to check. Even half-expecting it, the sight still takes your breath away. Yup, it's Jessica all right - clad in motorcycle leathers and walking up your driveway. She looks... nervous.

She rings your doorbell and your heart and brain argue loudly over whether to rush over or play it cool. Your heart is pounding through your shirt as you open the door. Jessica Alba stares up at you. The bedroom eyes are definitely back.

"...Can I come in?" she says after an awkward silence. Your heart and brain have another argument over whether to look for another camera or trust your luck - but you stand aside to let her enter. She takes her time walking in, the tight leather pants and sensuous walk making you want to take her then and there, but you manage to hold yourself to just staring. She speaks without turning, seemingly wanting you to admire the view.

"So test audiences really liked our chemistry" she says. "I know this might be hard to believe, but-" she finally turns to look at you, "I'd like to officially invite you to play a role in my new project".

Your heart and mind finally align, and you walk over to her. "Tell me more" you say.

"The pitch I got was, 'two parts Da Vinci code, two parts True Detective, one part Twin Peaks, with overtones of Firefly and The Tourist'". She sees your quizzical look and adds, "I don't know much more than that. It doesn't have a traditional script. But since I'm playing the lead, it will have a romance angle, maybe even a love triangle. Think you can handle that?"

"With you? Sure" you say and her face breaks into a smile, as if she was worried you'd hate her for asking.

"Great!" she says, "We'll finalize the paperwork at my hotel. Don't accept less than a million for the first season. Oh, and, um, there's one thing I want to do first..." She puts her hands on your collar as if to adjust it, but instead pulls your head down level with hers and locks her lips onto yours. She's holding so tight you couldn't pull away if you wanted to.

It's not how you imagined a kiss from Jessica. It's better. You see the universe from the outside, live and die a thousand lifetimes, feel the heartbeats of every living creature and dance to the perfect symphony they create. The kiss doesn't end, because timeless things don't end, but you find yourself on the other side of it, in a place where the kiss continues in a memory. Jessica is staring at you, biting her lower lip.

"What was that?" you ask wonderingly.

"Getting into character" she says throatily.

You glance at the driveway. "How soon do we have to be at your hotel?" you ask.

"We have time" is her answer as she pulls you onto the couch.