No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Fanny cracked a playful smile, "Handsome, are you that much of a saint that a little touch is off-limits?"

"Apologies, but we're strictly in the business of performance, not pleasure. Please, let's keep it professional," Phipps replied, nodding slightly with a courteous bow. Faced with such a firm yet polite man, Fanny knew better than to push her luck. She withdrew her hand and continued her inquiry, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine!"

Fanny nodded, looking up at him slightly, "And your height?"

"Six feet and a half!"

She glanced around once more, "Did you go to college?"

"Yes, I studied Al and Robotics."

Fanny clicked her tongue, "That's a hot field right now."

The unsaid implication was that it seemed a waste for someone with such a prestigious degree to work as a model.

"This is just a side gig for me," Phipps revealed, catching me off guard.

Is everyone hustling this hard these days?

job and still picks up side

as ambitious as

the effort,"

moment was right, I suggested to Fanny, "Let's go, the show is about

gaze on Phipps, "Ever

"I'm an only child!"

lightly, "Your parents hit the genetic

once we were out of earshot, she questioned, "Did his answers match up with

his face, nothing matched up

guy says he's not Ernest,

is different, and so is the information he gave. I'm not sure if

pondering how to further probe this

up the thought that he might not be Ernest, but the evidence suggested he was merely

been

long enough. He

like scars or moles in private areas. Why don't you find an excuse to check on Phipps?" Fanny, ever

made me recall, "Ernest has a mole on the back of

Fanny nudged me with a wink, "You know,