In the movies.

It came to Stanley with a sound snap of a finger.

"You were in a movie, weren't you?" he spouted, arm pushed against the side of his door. "A hit summer film or two?"

Claire adopted an innocent look, her posture melting into a relaxed, attractive poise, lke a girl that was all that and knew it. She pretended to look off into the sky. "I may have been, yes," she worded vaguely, patience twinkling in her eye like the Little Dipper.

On second thought, Stanley had belatedly realized, it was a ridiculous question. What would a movie star be doing in a place like this? Serving food to nobodies? In a sitcom script, maybe.

At that moment, a voice cried out in the background.

"Hey, is that Claire Davis?"

"THE Claire Davis?"

"Yeah, that's her! I'd recognize that strand anywhere!"

A chubby bald man in McDonald's garb bumbled up to the counter, and asked the customers there to quiet down. Stanley's eyes bugged out as he confirmed it was her, the Claire Davis, that she didn't want to be pestered; at least not now, during her day job, which was, indeed, here at a local McDonald's, which she was indeed wearing the uniform for with her nametag indeed casually pinned onto her shirt in broad daylight. Stanley watched as they ushered back to their seats, and noticed a burly man in a black suit by the entrance, staring straight ahead. Considering his size, he wondered how he didn't spot him earlier.

Claire had turned back to Stanley, offering an inscrutable smile, when a flash came from the car behind him.

"Oh shit," a muffled voice resounded, "left the flash on!"

An awkward chuckle left Stanley's lips.

"Ookay," he moved the subject along. "Soo..."

Before he could, though, Claire jumped in. "Don't worry about it," she waved, deflecting the need for pity, "I get this all of the time."

Stanley turned down his chin. "Do ya now?"

"Oh yeah," she rolled an eye, "you don't even know."

Stanley squinted. However impractical her choice of a 'day job' may have been, he was even more curious about her career itself. He couldn't seem to remember seeing her anywhere. "What movies were you in again? My memory escapes me."

She didn't look up as she tapped against the computer screen. "You've heard of Avengers?"

"Yeah."

"I played Captain Marvel. Well, a young one. It's kind of a weird subplot, but you'll get it if you've watched it." She managed a charmingly cute smile, as she held up a finger and took another order through her mic.

"Oh." Stanley's other words trailed off. He let her ask the next customer how they were doing while privately, he second-guessed himself.

No way. Her?

His eyes glanced the young woman over. He expressed silent appreciation for her looks. But if recognizance was a ball it did not fall into his hands.

He did see those movies. And he enjoyed the majority of them. But Claire Davis? He had never heard of that name before.

With a shake of the head, he wondered if it was screwed on right. Too young to be going amnesiac.

Halting his thoughts was another 'Is that Claire Davis?' from inside. A faint collective gasp quickly followed.

"Anyways," Claire continued as the burly man at the door left it and began dragging the rabid fans out of the restaurant. Considering the pants-sagging dude had begun to climb up on top of the counter and nearly kicked over the monitor in the process, it was probably necessary. "Anything else you wanted, sir?"

Now that they were looking straight at each other again, he noticed just how much of a dazzling calm glob of blue her eyes were. Stanley thought to himself.

Whatever star he woke under, or in this case, was being served by, it seemed to be making his day quite the interesting one. He decided to go for broke.

Besides, some flirtation went places. Even between people of completely different classes such as they.

"Yes," he returned a coy smile of his own. "If it's not too much to ask, I was wondering if I could have a pair of autographed panties. You know, for my collection. I'm a connoisseur of celebrity undergarments, you see. I would love another from a big shot such as yoursef."

The faintest hint of a smirk bridged her cheeks. "Sorry, sir, but I don't think that's one of the options here."

"Aw, why not?"

"Nice try, but no."

"Damn." Stanley invoked dejection. "So is that a, like, point-made no, or nail in the coffin no?"

"Sir," came Claire's not that cryptic reply.

A wink. "Hey," Stanley pointed out, pushing back against his seat, "it was worth a shot, right?"

She offered a patient smile. "Yes, I suppose it was."

Stanley grinned. With one drawn, final sigh, he bugged one last time, "How about if I said please? Please, would it be alright if you gave me an autographed pair of your panties? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

Claire readily laughed, "Okay okay. You know what... fine. If you want them that much, I guess you can have them."

Stanley paused.

Wait, she said whaat?

"Sorry," Stanley recovered. He was about to ask her to say that again when she beat him to it.

"If you want 'em that bad, they're yours," Claire looked up. "Do you have an address?"

Stanley knew the lay of the game for these kinds of stuff. He met her halfway, raising an inquisitive brow. "Oh really? You want to know my address, so you could send your panties, the ones you're currently wearing, right now, autographed, by hand, to me? To keep later for the remainder of my life?"

He folded his arms.

"Yeah," the celebrity server said, one arm drooped across the window ledge, "you said you wanted them. You do have a residence, right?"

"Well, er, I, uh," stammered Stanley.

A car horn honked behind him.

"Hey," shouted 'left the flash on' himself, "what's the hold up? The rest of us are waiting here!"

Stanley eyed him.

They were waiting alright. From the sounds of it, they were waiting to meet star-girl over 'here'.

"Oh come on," Stanley careened his neck to the honker, "you guys don't mind waiting, do ya? I'm just goin' over my order one more time -- I'll be done in a sec!"

The man nodded, "Aye. That's fine," and rolled his window back up as he sat back in his seat, staring out the right side of the car.

"Sir?" Stanley turned back to see Claire looking at him expectantly. "There are other customers I need to tend to. So, if you would..."