The tour was just beginning and Rebecca St. James was excited. Todd Agnew was a good friend and their duet was going very well. She was happy to be touring with a guy like Todd. He was a friend, a wonderful collaborator, and she had to admit that she found him handsome.
Although Rebecca had been enjoying the view from her hotel, she suddenly felt a bit hungry. She decided to go downstairs to get a bite. Rebecca fidgeted as she waited for the elevator.
Arriving at the ground floor, Rebecca turned toward the restaurant. As she entered, she spotted Todd Agnew sitting in a booth. She walked over to him.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
Todd looked up. "Oh, hi, Rebecca," he said. "No, not at all." He smiled. She slid in next to him. Todd thought she was a little close, but he decided not to mention it.
Rebecca ordered and they chatted over lunch.
"Todd," Rebecca said, "why am I on this tour?"
"What do you mean?", Todd asked. "We do our duet together, remember? The audience loves it. You're a talented singer and a friend. Why do you ask?"
"Well," she said, blushing slightly, "I hope you don't mind my being direct."
"Go ahead," said Todd warily.
"Well," Rebecca said, "I've heard rumors about you and the women you have touring with you."
"What do they say?"
"They say you like to sleep with the women who tour with you," Rebecca said. "You're not thinking that you're going to sleep with me, are you?"
Todd choked and blushed. "Well, uh..." His voice trailed off.
"Todd, I want a direct answer," Rebecca said.
"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind, but -"