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character she played, then she was a pretty terrifying person.
    The boys must have seen my eyes watching Anna
like a hawk, because Ryan quickly said, “She’s not a man-eater in
real life.”
    I started, surprised by his sudden
exclamation right next to me. I turned to him with big eyes. “Was I
that obvious?” I asked sheepishly.
    “Not really,” he said, shooting a sideways
glance at Benjamin, who snorted to cover up a laugh. “You may have
looked like your puppy got run over when she walked in—”
    “But other than that, you were very
collected,” Benjamin finished with mock seriousness. I sighed
deeply at the two of them. This was going to take some getting used
to.
    As soon as Anna set her large leather purse
down, she walked over to me and extended her hand. “You must be
June,” she said in a thick British accent. The fact that she had an
accent caught me off-guard, but I tried to recover quickly as I
shook her outstretched hand.
    “Yes, I’m June,” I said, sounding brilliant,
I’m sure.
    “I’m Anna,” she explained, though I knew
exactly who she was . . . and I’m sure she knew that too.
    “It’s very nice to meet you,” I replied,
hoping I didn’t sound too star-struck, even though I was doing
flips inside.
    “Very nice to meet you too,” she answered as
the phone in her hand buzzed. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” she
said, looking down at the screen in concern before leaving the room
with one hand over her ear and the other holding her phone.
    “She’s British?” I asked the two boys the
second she was out of earshot.
    “Happens every time,” Benjamin said with a
sad shake of his head.
    “Why is it that no one ever knows when a
British person puts on an American accent, but the second I do my
English accent, people are all over me about how awful it sounds?”
Ryan asked Benjamin and me.
    “Probably because your English accent is awful,” Benjamin replied with a laugh. Ryan reached
behind my back and shoved him playfully, but Benjamin had gotten
his phone out and barely noticed as his thumbs flew across the
keyboard.
    “Hey, Candice is picking up coffee. What do
you want?” he asked without missing a beat in his text.
    “Iced café mocha,” Ryan said, now looking
down at his phone as well.
    “New Girl, what do you want?” he asked, still
not looking up.
    “I don’t drink coffee,” I said simply. Both
boys stopped texting and looked over at me as if I were from an
alien planet.
    “That’s weird,” Ryan finally said, as if he
had made a study of me and had come to this conclusion after much
deliberation.
    “You don’t drink it ever?” Benjamin asked,
unable to comprehend this.
    “Never,” I said, feeling very out of my
element. The uncomfortable moment was gratefully interrupted when
an angel walked into the room. The angel, of course, was Lukas
Leighton. Today he was wearing tight jeans, a plaid button-up
collared shirt and aviator sunglasses, making him look like a
walking piece of art. He had his trademark five o’clock shadow
covering his cheeks, and his dirty blonde hair stuck up stylishly
in every direction.
    He was staring down at his phone when he
walked in and didn’t look over as he took his seat at the table
opposite us. I didn’t take this as rude, however, since he was
obviously very preoccupied with his phone. It was probably someone
important. He kept his head down, engrossed in his phone and
occasionally touching the screen.
    “Here we go,” Ryan said in hushed tones.
    “Another one bites the dust,” Benjamin agreed
in an equally reverent voice.
    I turned a playful glare on them. “Do you
guys have to have a running commentary on everything?” I asked.
They nodded in unison, their faces completely serious.
    “Listen, New Girl. I don’t care if you like
the boy . . . just please don’t sleep with him until after we do
your episodes,” Benjamin said, making me blush a deep crimson.
    “It’ll really make your on-screen