“Hey,” Xavier’s hands are in his pockets and his eyes areglued to the ground. The word barely leaves his lips. “What are you doing here?” I demand. I avoided talking to him after the filming and I went home, I didn’t plan on seeing him again. “I need to talk to you,” Xavier says. “Come in,” I open the door wider and let him into my house. Sure we fucked, but he’s still a complete stranger. He might be a stranger to me, bu...