I noticed the number of eyes looking in our direction in the restaurant, mostly women ogling Dylan like he was on the menu. I saw their whispers to their friends and their sideways glances in his direction. They were probably wondering what he was doing out with someone like me.

When the food came it didn't disappoint. The steak and fries were just as amazing as Dylan said they would be.

When the waiter came and poured me a glass of the $3,100 bottle of wine I suddenly felt anxious, picturing myself spilling it and wasting something so expensive. I realized they were waiting for me to try it so I reached out and lifted the glass and took a big drink.

"No, no, no! Sacre bleu!" the waiter said in a thick French accent, shaking his head. "You don't drink a three thousand dollar bottle of wine like that. First you have to sniff it, then you slurp a tiny bit in and roll it around on your tongue, swishing it around. Then you take a VERY small drink. You take your time and savor it."

"I'm sorry. I've never had an expensive bottle of wine before. I'm used to buying my wine on sale for fifteen dollars a bottle at the grocery store. Sometimes we'll even splurge and get the twenty five dollar bottle if we're feeling extra fancy."

I looked across the table and saw Dylan holding back a laugh. The waiter didn't look amused.

"A three thousand dollar bottle of wine is so far out of my comprehension I can't even wrap my head around it. It seems like such a waste of money."

The waiter gasped and clutched his heart. "Good wine is never a waste of money," he scoffed, turning on his heel and walking away from us like he had heard enough.

"I like that guy. I think I'm gonna send him a Christmas card," I joked.

Dylan laughed and almost spit out the wine he had just sipped on. It felt good to make him laugh. I smiled as I took a bite of my steak.

"He seemed deeply offended by the way I drank my wine. Apparently the French take their wine a little too seriously. This steak is amazing by the way," I told him. "I'm glad you recommended it. Do you think they would have me thrown out on the street if I asked for ketchup for my fries?"

Dylan laughed again and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "They'd probably have us both thrown out of here."

Then he looked across the table at me and a hint of mischief flickered in his eyes and a small smile formed.

"How about we ask him and find out?"

"Oh no, no," I said, shaking my head. "I think I've pissed him off enough for one day."

Dylan waved him back over and said, "My lady here wants some ketchup for her fries and A1 sauce for her steak. Could you please get that for us? Thanks garcon," slipping a $100 bill in his hand and then patting his arm.

The waiter stood there, frozen like a statue, looking at Dylan like he had three heads. He looked at him as if he just called his mama ugly or said his sister was a ho.

He finally turned on his heel, cussing us out under his breath as he walked away, shoving his way into the swinging door of the kitchen with an attitude.

I looked over at Dylan. "I can't believe you did that. I think he's in the kitchen plotting my murder as we speak."

Dylan smiled, chuckling to himself. "I really did want ketchup and A1 sauce. Blaming you for it though was just priceless."

"Ha, ha," I said, rolling my eyes, popping a fry in my mouth with a laugh. If we weren't in such a fancy restaurant I would've been tempted to throw a fry at him, but then we really would be kicked out I'm sure.

When the waiter finally came out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of ketchup and A1 he was so insulted, he wouldn't even look at us. He sat them down on the table and walked away without a word.

When he was gone we both busted out laughing again.

"Yeah we went dress shopping on Rodeo Drive and he literally was so bored he fell asleep," I laughed. "The prices were crazy. We spent over $6,000 and that was with buying the ones on the sales rack. Can you believe some of the dresses in that place are $3,000 each?"

Dad and Ellie both gasped and looked shocked.

Dave just shook his head and said, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. You could get a car for that much money."

"Oh believe me. He's got plenty of those. The guy collects Lamborghinis. You should see his garage."

"I'd love to see his garage," Dave laughed.

"We rode in one of his Lamborghini's to shop and go to dinner. The interior was so nice I was petting it like a kitten," I laughed. "I don't know anything about cars but I know one thing, that car was pretty."

"I can't believe you got to ride in his car! Where did you go to dinner?" Ellie asked.

"This French restaurant where famous people like to eat. It was called, ummmmm, Chateau Marma something."

"What?! You ate at Chateau Marmont! I'm so jealous!" Ellie shouted. "Were there any other famous people there?"

"Yeah, when we went to leave, Dylan noticed Lady Gaga and Usher were there eating and he went over to say hi and introduced me."

"What?! You met Lady Gaga and Usher? Are you freakin' kidding me right now? You're living my dream life! Did you freak out?" Ellie asked. "What did you say?"

"I shook their hands and said hi. It's nice to meet you. That's about it," I laughed. "They were actually really starstruck by Dylan. It's funny to see famous people get starstruck."

"You just shook their hands and said hi?" she asked, sounding disappointed.

Growing up, Ellie had always had posters of celebrities on her wall, fangirling hard over One Direction and Harry Styles and Justin Bieber. She read the celebrity gossip sites regularly and kept up with what famous people were doing, but I never got into that kind of stuff. I can respect people's music and movies without feeling the need to obsess over them or know about their life.

"Well it sounds like you're having a good time," Dad said with a smile.

"I am," I told him, smiling back. It was nice to see him happy. "Thank you for signing me up for this. I'm actually glad I came, but honestly I can't wait to get home. How's it going running the shop without me Dave?"

He scoffed. "People keep on asking me when you're coming back. I decided to troll them and say you were staying out in Hollywood and they threw a fit until I told them I was joking."

"Awww. People miss me?" I asked, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. "Well I miss them too. I can't wait to be back."

"Seriously? You're in Malibu and you can't wait to get back here?" Ellie asked laughing.

"Yeah seriously. Being here is fun and it's definitely an adventure, but I don't belong here. I feel like a fish out of water. Well it's been a long day and I'm ready to relax. I'll talk to you guys soon okay? Love you."

"Love you too!" they all said with a wave and I blew them kisses before hanging up.

I let out an exhale, laying back on my bed and looking up at the ceiling. I felt guilty that I got to do all this because hearing Ellie and Dave freak out about everything made me feel like I should be appreciating it all more.

I slipped on some pajama shorts and a big t-shirt and went out on the porch to read some more. When I got out there I looked up and saw Dylan out on his porch again too.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this," I shouted and he looked over at me and laughed.

"Yeah I'm starting to think you might be a stalker," he shouted.

"You wish!" I shouted back with a smile.

He stood up and leaned over his rail, looking down at me.

"I had fun with you today," he shouted.

"Me too," I shouted back.

He hesitated for a minute before asking. "Hey do you wanna go for a walk on the beach with me?"

"Right now?" I asked. It was already dark out and the full moon was casting sparkling light on the ocean waves.

"Yeah. Right now."

"Not really. I'm already in my pajamas and I'm pretty tired. I was just going to read for a bit and head to bed."

There was disappointment on his face and he said, "Oh okay. Maybe some other time."

"Yeah. Maybe some other time."

I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to take me on a romantic moonlit walk on the beach like he probably did with a lot of women and he was going to try to make me fall for him. Well, not really fall for him. He probably just wanted me to fall into his bed. What would be the point in that? I was leaving in a few days and would never see him again.

I wondered how many women had stayed in this pool house before me as his special guest. I knew what celebrity types were like and they were all the same, womanizers. Well unlucky for him, I'm too smart to fall for his tricks.

I settled into my seat and pulled up the Sioux City real estate blog I had been reading yesterday and then I heard a sliding door and noticed Dylan had gone back inside.

I let out an exhale as I settled in and started reading. Eventually my eyes started getting heavy and I barely made my way back inside to my bed before I crashed and slept like a baby.