They walked into the restaurant together, and Zach scanned the crowd for the petite brunette he was supposed to meet. They’d picked her out specially – a young up-and-coming journalist who had just written a book on celebrity charity work in Africa that hadn’t received nearly enough publicity. Zach had talked with her briefly on the phone and liked her immediately.
He spotted her in a corner booth, head down, reading a book – they were a few minutes late by now. She didn’t look up until they got to her table. “Oh, Mr. Quinto!” she said, startled.
“Please, call me Zach,” he said, offering his hand. “So sorry we’re late.”
Zach saw it register on her face that he hadn’t come alone and barely kept himself from laughing at the perfect double take she did when she saw Chris. “Oh my god, Chr— Mr. Pine!”
“It’s Chris,” he said, shaking her hand while Zach slid into the booth. Chris followed a moment later, and they didn’t bother to sit a respectable distance away from each other.
“I, um, I didn’t know I’d be speaking to both of you,” she said, fumbling with her tape recorder as she pulled it from her bag.
“It was meant to be a surprise,” Zach said. “One of several, actually.”
“I hope that’s okay,” Chris cut in quickly, setting his hands on the table.
“Yes, yes, fine,” she said brightly, finally getting the recorder set up and switching it on.
Zach took a deep breath and glanced at Chris, who nodded solemnly. Then Zach reached up and set his hand over Chris’ on the table, twining their fingers. The young woman tried very hard not to stare at their joined hands, but failed. Zach laughed softly and began.
“It started about three months after Star Trek came out…”
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Re: Yellow Light, one year later, PG (2/2)
Date: 2010-05-13 06:14 am (UTC)He spotted her in a corner booth, head down, reading a book – they were a few minutes late by now. She didn’t look up until they got to her table. “Oh, Mr. Quinto!” she said, startled.
“Please, call me Zach,” he said, offering his hand. “So sorry we’re late.”
Zach saw it register on her face that he hadn’t come alone and barely kept himself from laughing at the perfect double take she did when she saw Chris. “Oh my god, Chr— Mr. Pine!”
“It’s Chris,” he said, shaking her hand while Zach slid into the booth. Chris followed a moment later, and they didn’t bother to sit a respectable distance away from each other.
“I, um, I didn’t know I’d be speaking to both of you,” she said, fumbling with her tape recorder as she pulled it from her bag.
“It was meant to be a surprise,” Zach said. “One of several, actually.”
“I hope that’s okay,” Chris cut in quickly, setting his hands on the table.
“Yes, yes, fine,” she said brightly, finally getting the recorder set up and switching it on.
Zach took a deep breath and glanced at Chris, who nodded solemnly. Then Zach reached up and set his hand over Chris’ on the table, twining their fingers. The young woman tried very hard not to stare at their joined hands, but failed. Zach laughed softly and began.
“It started about three months after Star Trek came out…”