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“Evening, Miss Clive,” he says when she comes out of the stage door.
“Nate!” she says, laughing. “I didn’t know you came!”
He shrugs, suddenly nervous. “I was in town.”
She throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight. “How are you doing?’
“I’m alright,” he lies.
She frowns at him, but then links her arm through his. “I think that was my best performance yet,” she says, sounding surprised.
“You were brilliant,” he says. And it’s not flirting because it’s true.
She looks pleased.
“Katherine Clive?” he asks. It's a new name for her. He recognized her from her picture.
She smiles. “Less distinctive than Sophie Devereaux. No red flags at immigration.”
“You’re staying, then?”
“Almost two years, now.”
Of course. He’s forgotten. Stupid, stupid Nate. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure.”