There's a warmth and appreciation in his town that makes Alex smile. She steps out of her shoe, peels off one stocking, before she shifts, lifting the other foot, her heel pressing into the cushion between Eddie's legs as she starts to roll down the other stocking.

"You look exactly like most of the people I hung out with in L.A," she says, and she's had enough practice that a flicker doesn't even cross her face when she thinks about Len.