Zooey waited on the corner of the movie studio lot. He had been in California shooting the movie now for a couple months. He'd been on sets in Hollywood several times before but hadn't spent much time in the city. Mostly just work, eat, sleep, repeat.
This time would be different. Well, he hoped it would at least. He was nervous. Palms were sweating. Upper lip was sweating. He felt nauseous. Deep breath! He properly introduced himself as Zachary. But his family called him 'Zooey.'
And Margaret? Could he take her out to dinner, sometime? She thought he'd never ask.