“The whole thing was pretty weird,” Lawrence told Danny.
“Well, we got back to her place and she offered me a drink.”
“Then she goes, ‘let me slip into something more comfortable,’ disappears and comes back in a lacy number and asks me what I think.”
“Sounds awesome, dude.”
“I don’t know man. It was hot or whatever, but it seemed weirdly scripted, like she’d gotten it out of a textbook or something. Anyway, the whole night felt like that. Even when I was leaving the next day, it was like being in a movie or something.