After lunch, Andrea asks Miranda into her office to sift through headshots for the latest breakdowns. Jeff is on the line, for one of Ryan's calls, taking notes. So I know he's too busy to pay attention to me. And Eric is out of the office entirely, getting drinks with a new radio station head.

Now is the best time to call Fin.

I decide to use my cell phone out of some sense of paranoia that Fin's number will end up logged in RAA's computers if I dial through our phone system.

Three rings and I ready myself to leave a voicemail. But I hear the click that someone has picked up and then his voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello Fin, this is Millie at RAA."

"Well hello Millie at RAA... What number are you calling from?"

"I um... I'm calling from my cell... I'm trying to be cautious and discrete with your number."

He chuckles.

"Are you hiding in the loo or something?"

"No. Why would you ask that?"

"Well why didn't you just call from the office number then?"

"I guess I was worried that it would end up logged somewhere on the phone records or something."

It sounds like the stupidest excuse on the planet once the words have left my lips.

"You know I did call you on my mobile through the switchboard last week... so I've already thrown a spanner in the works..."

He laughs again and I'm glad he can't see me right now because I feel like an idiot. I'm beet red and mumbling at this point.

"Oh yeah... that's right. I forgot. Sorry. This probably seems horribly unprofessional to you."

"Relax Millie... I'm taking the piss out of you."

"You're what?!"

He thought I was hiding in the bathroom and now he is talking about piss. This is officially the most embarrassing conversation I've ever had with anyone, let alone a sexy celebrity. But Fin laughs harder.

"I'm joking with you."

He over enunciates the next part.

"I Quite Enjoy Teasing You Millie."

Okay so maybe this conversation isn't the worst thing ever. I precisely articulate my next sentence as well.

"I'm Glad To Offer You Some Enjoyment Fin."

There's that laugh again.

"You're aces Millie."

"Thank you. But I didn't call for compliments, I'm calling with information on next Wednesday's recording session and shoot if you're interested."

"I'm certainly interested in whatever you have to tell me."

I go over the rough details of the job and copy down the email address that he wants me to forward the finalized schedule to.

"Okay, I've just sent you the email."

"So Bob's your uncle then."

"I don't have an Uncle Bob."

I furrow my brow and I hear him actually snort because he's laughing so hard.

"It means 'that's it' or 'that's that''"

"Ohhhhh. I feel like I need a British to American translator when I speak with you."

"I hope I haven't scared you off, acting like a complete pillock, teasing you? Will I still see you at the show?"

"I don't scare that easily. I'll see you in Brooklyn."

It's only half a lie.

"Well then, make sure you come pound on the stage door after... until Friday Millie."

"Bye Fin."