"So who is Surreal?"
"She’s our star attraction."
"Is she any good?"
She smirks at me, raises an eyebrow and repeats her statement. "She’s our Star attraction!"
I laugh. "I saw her banner. She must be really good."
"She’s our ...."
I hold my hand up and stop her, laughing with her.
"Did you dance with her?"
"I did."
"What can you tell me about her?"
"Nothing."
I tip my head and say. "Now come on."
She laughs. "I’m not at liberty to discuss her."
I slide six chips her way and raise my eyebrows with a smirk on my face.
She takes the chips. "Thank you. That’s very generous of you."
"I just want to know how good she is."
She eyes me. "Are you a reporter, a blogger or ...." She stops short of saying it.
"A stalker?" I laugh at that. "Do I look like a stalker?"
She stays serious. "No, but a girl can’t be too careful. Why are you asking?"
"It’s business, not personal."
She studies me. "An agent?"
"An investor."
"Ah!" She says, knowing that’s the truth.
I stand up, pull my money clip out, and find a business card to give her.
She looks at it and says. "She’s the STAR attraction because she is unbelievably awesome at what she does."
I chuckle. "Is that the only answer I’m going to get out of you?"
She grins, then says. "I truly can’t tell you anything other than that because I don’t know anything other than that."
"But you danced with her."
"Yes. I did."
The cocktail waitress returns and I tip her, then ask her. "Who is Surreal?"
