Another interview down and Mary was back on the job search trail. She wondered if she should go back to the coffee shop. Would Gen want to see her? It could be that her imagination was running away with her, that she was only assuming that Gen would look her up online.

But then why wouldn't she? Mary had said she was famous, and that was the kind of thing a person went home and looked up.

The coffee shop was close to her apartment, and Mary couldn't help herself. If Gen didn't want to talk to her, well, then that would be ok. She wouldn't press her luck.

"Uhh, hey." Mary said, as she reached the counter. God, she sounded so weird. Stop sounding weird. There was nothing weird going on. Yet.