johnnys done hundred of interviews by now. he always keeps things light, flirts with the journalists, hardly answers the questions, and maybe ends up with a hookup. he usually ends up with a hookup, if he's honest. he knows he's charming. and he likes pretty women, there's nothing wrong with that. but now he sits across from you, and you're waiting for him to answer your next question. it's personal, not just about his hair care routine. but when he looks into your eyes, he finds himself wanting to answer. it's a private interview, you work for a newspaper, so he isn't all done up. he stumbles through something, then asks. "could you cut out all the 'um's?" he asks. you smile warmly and nod.

“can i take you to dinner?” he’s blurting out later, after the interview. you stop short. you know about his reputation, but he never takes girls to dinner. he hasn’t been on a date in forever.