There hadn’t been a single moment in the past week that she thought about anyone other than Scarlett Johansson. Her hair. Her lips. The way she stood for women’s rights. Banging her against the table in front of her, Rory sighed heavily. Sure she had been on break for 15 minutes too long, but she needed more ScarJo time. “I. Need. Her,” Rory whisper-yelled to anyone who would listen. Panera was pretty empty today so there weren’t a lot of people to relish in her shortcomings.
Ryan looked around, realizing there was no one in the restaurant for Rory to have been talking to besides them. “Em, what?” They asked, trying to figure out exactly what she was talking about. “Who’s ‘her,’ exactly? Or who is she, to correct my shit grammar”












