These guys have beenstudying the human psyche for a long, long time. Most of what they doworks on our subconscious. It's the same with the sparring se...sions." What do you mean?" asked Kylie."They don't just tell us which moves we can and can't use, they punish usfor using a move we shouldn't, like a punch. Watch. Try making a fist."Kylie hesitated, then slowly made one. It didn't look particularlyimpressive or threatening."See? You hesitated." I don't know why though." Because your subconscious. "Yes," I said. "There are patterns. If you tell me the kind of girl you like, I can probably predict the kind of boy she likes." That's useful," Bernard said, his voice betraying just how useful he thought it truly was."The point is..." I said. Patience is a virtue. "You haven't told me what kind of girl you're looking for—" God forbid he be going for the cheerleader type like Shannon Salvolestra, or the sort of center-of-attention glamor-queen Gavin has found in Erica. "—but if she's not the. The conversation moved from that to about me. Now being that this is LA most people know not to ask people about what they do, but obviously this guy is more successful than me so I opened up and told him I was an actor looking for work and he told me he might have something for me. He gave me his card and asked me to shoot him a text when I had a few days to work. Naturally I tried to act dismissive about the gig so not to look desperate and went about my work. We parted ways and I continued. " That's a tough choice." I laughed, pouring the green apple into my cup. I moved over to stand in front of him, finally looking up at him. "Is this where I would pour from, though?" I asked, placing a hand on his hip and slowly moving it to the middle of his waist. I lightly brushed my hand over his crotch. "Thanks for the help."I turned around and began walking away. I didn't get very far when I felt a presence behind me. I abruptly stopped walking, causing him to bump into me."You should.