Chapter 51

Garrick looks away from Lewis and remains planted on the couch "G, where are your manners?" Lewis asks with a stern voice. Garrick saunters off the couch with a nasty side eye directed at Sam. 

"That is a feisty cat, you have there. Nice to meet you too, G." Sam days with a laugh. "Uhm, no. We don't… we do not do that. I am the only who calls him that." Lewis says with a straight face. Sam finds it hilarious. 

"Whatever man. I am not here for Garrick, I am here for you. You have to get ready quick. We are ten minutes late." Sam says, tapping him on his shoulders to hurry him on.

 "There is a word for that. The Hollywood phrase is fashionably late. People have to wait for all this glam." Lewis laughs and rushes into his room to put on his shoes and spray his favorite cologne. He checks out his hair in the mirror and rubs his jaw. "I think we are all set. How do I look, G?" Lewis asks Garrick as he steps into the room. He stares at Lewis for a while and climb