October 2010. Malibu.
The beach house sits on a cliff. Glass walls. Ocean view. $3,000 for the weekend.
Worth it to see Katie's face when we arrive.
"You rented this?"
"Surprise."
"Stuart. This is—"
"Too much?"
"Perfect."
She's already kicking off her shoes. Walking to the windows. The Pacific stretches forever. Waves crashing below.
"How'd you find this place?"
"Industry connection. Producer I t at the Emmys ntioned it."
"Remind to thank that producer."
Saturday. No schedules. No phones. Just—existing.
We walk the beach at dawn. Water cold. Sand firm. Katie finds shells. Pockets them.
"For what?" I ask.
"mory. Physical object. Sothing to hold when I'm old and can't rember."
"That's dark."
"That's practical."
We cook breakfast together. Eggs. Toast. Coffee. The kitchen's massive. Professional equipnt. We only use half of it.
"Rember our first attempt at cooking?" Katie asks.
"The carbonara disaster."
"We've improved."
"We've learned to follow recipes."
"Sa thing."
Afternoon. Reading on the deck. Katie's got a script. I've got trades. We're comfortable in silence.
That's—significant.
Not needing to fill space.
Just being.
Sunday evening. Sunset.
We're on the deck. Wine. The sky's burning orange and pink.
"This has been perfect," Katie says.
"Good."
"No. Like—actually perfect. No work. No auditions. No shop ergencies. Just us."
"We needed it."
"We did."
She's quiet. Watching the sun sink.
"Stuart?"
"Yeah?"
"I worried. At first. Dating you."
"Why?"
"Because you weren't—industry. Not an actor. Not a producer. Just—a guy who owned comic shops."
"Just."
"You know what I an. I worried we wouldn't have enough in common. That I'd get bored. Or you'd resent my career."
"And now?"
"Now I know you're more ambitious than any actor I've dated. Building an empire. Consulting for Marvel. Making real money. Creating sothing lasting."
"That's—"
"A complint. You're driven. But not desperate. Successful. But not arrogant. It's—rare."
The sun touches the horizon. Light bleeding into water.
"I worried too," I admit.
"About what?"
"Dating an actress. The paparazzi. The public life. The industry politics."
"And now?"
"Now I know you're more grounded than most people. Famous. But not fake. Successful. But not shallow."
"We're quite the pair."
"We are."
The sun drops below the edge. Sky darkening.
Katie turns to face .
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"No. I an—really love you. Not just say it because we've been dating six months. Actually—love you."
"Katie—"
"Let finish. I've dated a lot. Actors. Industry guys. Whatever. This is different. You're different. I could see—forever. With you."
My throat tightens.
"I could see forever too."
"Really?"
"Really."
She's crying. Happy tears.
I'm crying too.
Six months. That's not long. But it feels—right.
We kiss. Salt from tears. Wind from ocean.
"Stay here forever?" she asks.
"We have jobs."
"Practical."
"One of us has to be."
Monday morning. Packing.
Katie's folding clothes. I'm loading the car.
"Thank you for this weekend," she says.
"Anyti."
"I an it. This is what I needed. Confirmation."
"Of what?"
"That we're real. That this works. That I'm not—imagining it."
"You're not imagining it."
"Good."
Driving back. Traffic's light. Monday mid-morning.
Katie's got her hand on my thigh. Comfortable intimacy.
"Move in with ," I say.
She turns. "What?"
"Move in. You're at my place half the ti anyway. Makes sense."
"That's—"
"Too fast?"
"No. Just—unexpected. Right now."
"Think about it."
"I will."
But she's smiling.
She'll say yes.
I know she'll say yes.
That night. My penthouse. Alone.
Katie's at her place. Packing a bag. "Just for tonight. Tomorrow we'll discuss."
I check my portfolio. Habit now.
Bitcoin: $10. Holding.
Apple: Climbing.
Total: $270,000.
I'm proposing moving in together.
She doesn't know I'm secretly wealthy.
That distance—the secret wealth, the powers, the impossible knowledge—it's still there.
Growing.
But tonight, watching sunset with Katie, talking about forever—
It felt real.
Maybe that's enough.
Maybe secrets don't matter if the love is genuine.
Maybe.
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