Rick turned his head to see the red coupe moving at an unreasonable rate of speed. His eyes darted Catherine, who was by now only a quarter of the way...through the crosswalk.The bell! They never heard the car take off from the light because of the bell! Rick put two and two together and took off at a dead sprint towards Catherine. She, because of the backfire, had now noticed the car barreling towards her. She quickly did the math in her head, she wasn't going to make it. She couldn't stop short. Without being noticed, that was the key part.“You’ve got to be kidding, Gérard.” Amélie huddled close to him on one side, Sandrine on the other. “What are we doing out here, anyway?”Gérard laughed. “You wanted to see the ceremony, dear Amélie, don’t you remember?”She remembered, yes, but had hoped the weather would be a little more like it had been the day they visited for the first time earlier in the year. Cold, yes, but not raining to boot. As they arrived she looked around to see who else. The oral business was generally just shots of the back of her head bobbing up and down in some guy’s lap like a sex toy sent for his playtime without a single word of dialogue unless it was something like, “Oh, my God!” or simply a long sexy, drawn out “Yessss!” The writers were not really writers, just hacks that stuck some words in to support the visual candy of bare skin and open mouths galore.The first thing that hit her eyes at the casting studio was the huge sign that said, “All models. "well if it isnt miss selah! need a ride sweeety? you look awful cold!"she looked at me in confusion,"umm do I know you?" yeah we met about a year ago. you were walking in unpractical shoes and I gave you a lift?" oh yeah! joshua right? yeah I would love a ride! as long as that isnt any throuble...?" nope! no trouble at all! jump in"She opened the door and quickly hopped in, slamming it behind her to escape the cold air. "I really appreciate this, I dont know what happened to my ride.. hes.