It's complicated. Sometimes you can fall in love with the idea of a person. What they mean to you.
So what did... Russ... mean to you?
Celeste drains her glass.
Power. Ambition. Vision. And I don't mean plans of the future. I mean vision. If we went to lunch, he'd take in everything. What the people behind us ate. Whether they liked it. Who was a regular. The weave of the carpeting. He'd see every last detail and still make me feel like I was the only one that mattered. Oh well. That was then....
You didn't answer my question.
Why do you want to know?
It kinda makes a difference if I was conceived in a hookup or a real relationship.
ON THE TV - Cop cars move to block Wilshire in both directions, leaving the Hybrid no escape.
You were conceived on a train. The Pacific Surfliner. Is that romantic enough or should I make up something better? I think it's pretty good. Maybe that's why he's obsessed with his damn subway. He's still got a thing for trains...
Who's pulling a train?
He appears, carrying a fresh bottle of champagne.
Did I say that? I'm such a bad, bad laddie!
Celeste thrusts out her arm, glass held high.