Harry had been out with a couple men, all men that could keep a good secret. But his favorite was you, another director, but after quitting Sunset Studios you knew it wouldn't work out.

Harry sat on a leather chair at the counter with a cup of beer in front of him. The rest of the bar was empty, if you hadn't recognized the hair and body you would mistake him for the owner of the bar. Not even the waiter was there. You sat next to him and he gave you a glance before smiling and returning to his beer.

"Not scared of what Ari might think? I've heard you've done good taking over my role. Don't mistake me for envy, I'm actually proud."