The woman seated next to me leaned over and whispered, “Wasn’t SHE was in that movie ‘whatcha-call-it,’ you know the one with ‘what’s-his-name,’ the spy thingy.”
“How could I forget?” I lied.
I had no idea, of course, but along with everyone else in the café, I couldn’t take my eyes off of HER. SHE ordered an espresso macchiato. Everyone took note. Celebrity-itis had taken over. After SHE left, it took more than an hour for the buzz to die.