“Wait a minute…” I narrowed my eyes and pointed a finger at him. “I know you.”
He rubbed his hands together. “I had a feeling you might, even though I was hoping you wouldn’t. I get that a lot from people.”
“Holy shit. You’re that actor, from”—I snapped my fingers together—“from…”
“My Oscar winning movie Glory Years?”
“No. Never saw that. It’s right on the tip of my tongue.” I waved my hands around trying to connect the dots. “From…”
“My Emmy winning show, Forgotten?”
“No. Nope never saw that. You’re from…”
He sighed, defeated. “The viral dancing taco commercial?”
“Yes!” I slapped my hand against my leg. “That’s it! Mr. Taco! The walking taco who twerked on a bus!”
He groaned. “Listen, that was over eight years ago, and I was a kid. I was a new actor back then. I would do anything for a check or gig.”
“Regardless, I’m still confused by how you know me. Do you need me to find you a property to buy? Or are you looking to sell your home?” It wasn’t unusual for actors to come to me. I’ve had my fair share of celebrity interactions throughout my time in Los Angeles. “I’m actually on holiday break as of five minutes ago, but after the New Year—”
“No. That’s not why I’m here, actually. It’s insane. I should be back in Chicago with my family getting ready for the holiday tomorrow, but I had to fly out here to meet with you.”
“Oh, um, why?”
“A few weeks ago, I received a letter from a woman named Catherine. She told me about you, and then she told me about…me. And well, that’s where things get weird, but instead of talking in circles, I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m Aiden.” He took in a deep breath before letting out his weighted sigh. “Your younger brother.”
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