Alone with Her Page #3

and we can watch a movie or something?

I promise I'll sit across the room.

You know, I- I think I'm gonna

catch up on some work tonight.

Yeah, you know, I've been

dragging my ass on it for too long,

got a shitload of stuff.

Um, okay.

Maybe next week or something, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll call you.

Okay.

Yeah. Feel better.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Ay!

F***!

Por qu me pasa a m esto,

carajo?

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my- I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I think it's pretty much over.

Don't say that.

Can't blame him, really.

He must think

I'm a total pain in the ass.

God, Ames...

It's a friggin' patch of bad luck.

If he can't see that, then...

to hell with him. Seriously.

He's not worth it.

Have you heard from Doug at all?

I just hope he's not mad at me.

I'm sure he's fine.

Why would he be mad?

You should call him, you know?

Just to touch base.

- Hello.

- Hi. Amy Ruis, please.

Speaking.

Amy, it's Todd Siegel calling

from Griffin Cafe in Brentwood.

I'm calling about your artwork.

Do you have a few moments?

Well, in short,

we're a five-star restaurant,

and for dcor we display the work

of promising local artists.

What do you think about dropping by

this afternoon so we can talk?

I think- yeah. I mean, thank you.

This is great.

No, no, thank you. And please

give our thanks to your friend again.

Sorry?

Hi, Rocky.

I thought you said you had

a bag over your head.

Well, this is the best I could do.

Well, uh...

you don't look so bad.

Because you can't see it.

No, no, I'm serious.

Here, I got you something.

Oh, you're good.

No, honestly, total fluke.

I had a lunch meeting there today,

and I took a look at

the pieces they had on the wall,

and I thought of you.

Because the pieces were good,

but they weren't anywhere

as good as yours.

- Oh, stop it.

- So anyways,

I thought that there would be

no harm in asking what it would take

- to get your work up there.

- No, none at all.

And the manager said, "Just talent,"

so I pointed him to your web site

and here we are.

Unbelievable.

Listen, my friend Jen's coming over

tonight with some Thai food,

just a little celebration dinner.

You want to join us?

Oh. Uh, I'd love to,

but I have to take a rain check.

Oh.

I'm sorry, but I promised this girl Kathy

I'd meet her in Long Beach tonight.

Hmm. Who's Kathy?

Girlfriend?

Well, I mean,

I don't know about "girlfriend. "

They just started seeing each other.

Really.

Yeah. Kind of a blow to the ego.

Why? What do you care?

You guys are just friends, right?

You are so busted.

Yeah, Jen, I'm burning with jealousy.

Admit it, you want a poke

from that big butt worm.

F*** off.

Seriously, though,

I need your help tomorrow.

He's coming here for lunch

and I want you to be here.

Why?

Just to be safe.

I mean, it's great

that he's moved on,

I just don't want to

encourage him again.

It's just, he's got no confidence,

you know?

Ohh! Ohh!

F***!

F***.

F***. F***.

Hey, it's Doug.

I'm sorry, did I call too late?

Sh*t.

It's open.

Hey, it's me.

Oh, God, are you okay?

I think I'm gonna need

a few stitches.

Oh, geez, okay. Um...

Can you let Rocky outside?

I don't want him to get hurt.

Yeah. Yeah. Come on.

Okay. Um... okay. Wow.

Uh, well, let's get you a rag. Let's-

Let me just tie it.

- There. Okay?

- Uh-huh.

Let's get you to the hospital.

Can you stand?

Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t. No, no, no, no.

- Okay. Okay.

Here. Tell you what. Here.

I'm sorry about this.

It's okay. I'm stronger than I look.

I'll let him in.

The shelf in the kitchen fell

when I was out.

The one with all the glasses on it.

I stepped right into

a pile of broken glass.

I couldn't see anything.

The damn light was off.

He stayed with me

through the whole thing.

Even the stitches.

He's such a sweetheart.

Thank you so much.

I know I keep saying that, but...

Are you gonna be okay for tomorrow?

I mean, with Rocky...

Yeah. Jen's coming over

before work, so...

You've done enough. Seriously.

Uh-

At least somebody's

having a good night, huh?

Yeah.

Oh. Yeah.

So, are we still on for lunch tomorrow?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, absolutely.

- Well, I'm gonna go.

- Yeah.

- All right. See you tomorrow.

- See ya.

When I think about

everything he's done for me,

it just blows my mind.

No sh*t.

I'm starting to feel like

a second fiddle around here.

Well, you can tell him

who's the boss at lunch.

- Oh, crap.

- What?

I can't do it today.

I have this f***ing meeting.

I'm so sorry. I totally forgot.

That's okay. No worries.

Well, I mean, do you want to

call him and reschedule?

No. I can handle it.

What?

Nothing.

He's got a girlfriend.

Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts.

Sh*t.

Be a good boy.

- Hey, come on in.

- Hi.

- Did you hear?

- No.

They sold my paintings!

All three of them!

You're kidding! Congratulations!

That is great!

- I know!

- When did this happen?

Today. And they want three more.

- So, do you know who bought them?

- No, they didn't say.

Well, not that it matters.

I don't think they tell you anyway,

do they?

I don't know. I mean, I guess not.

It's probably a privacy thing.

But whoever it was,

they got good taste, huh?

God, I am so happy for you. God.

Listen, get ready,

'cause I have a feeling that this is

probably gonna be your new job.

Imagine. What a dream, huh?

- Champagne, anyone?

- Hey!

- Hi! Don't get up. Don't get up.

- You made it.

Oh...

- I thought you had a meeting.

- Do you think I would miss this?

- No.

- Congratulations, sweetie.

- I got you a little something.

- Thank you. It's all him.

What'd you get her?

I'm just kidding. Hi, I'm Jen.

Hi, I'm Doug. It's nice to meet you.

Yeah. I was beginning to think

you were avoiding me.

- No, not at all. Why-

- She's kidding, Doug.

Yeah, I'm just kidding, honey.

- Chill.

- Oh. Ha ha.

- Who wants to get wasted?

- I do.

- I do too!

- Uh, I'll have a glass.

I have been telling her for ages

to get out there and sell her work,

- but does she listen to me? No.

- Would you give it a rest?

I'm just saying, you know?

Well, don't listen to her.

I've done a few shows.

I'm not talking about

a few little shows.

I'm talking about really getting out there

and selling the sh*t out of yourself.

Well, some people aren't

natural a**holes like you.

Do you want a little more champagne?

- No! Doug, help me!

- Oh, f***!

Sh*t, dude, um, sorry.

- Here. Here.

- Thank you.

No, it'll- it'll be fine.

- Jen.

- No, it's okay, really.

- It shouldn't stain.

- It's okay.

It's okay. It's all right.

Do you want some more champagne?

You're not from San Diego,

though, right?

- He's from Seattle. I told you.

- Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I forgot. What part?

Uh, Beacon Hill.

Oh, very cool.

I mean, I don't really know Seattle,

but my cousin Mark is from there.

You, um, you have family still there?

Uh, yeah, uh, well, my parents,

but my dad's recently retired

and so him and my mother

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