So, Anna really didn’t know who he was. Jett studied her with interest after she admitted she had never heard his name before. It would have been one thing if she had at least known about him, even if she didn’t recognize his face or had never listened to the music he put out. For her to have not even come across his name before was shocking. He [i]really[/i] didn’t like to come off as conceited, but maybe he was just a little bit. Expecting other people to know who he was just came with the job. It was hard not to get that way when he was stopped almost everywhere he went to take a picture or sign something. Even the humblest of people couldn’t last long without puffing up a little at the constant recognition. Meeting someone like Anna put things in perspective that just because he was popular didn’t mean there weren’t people in their demographic who didn’t know who he was.

“I’d be more offended if you didn’t,” Jett replied with a careless shrug, his lip curled upward in a joking smirk. In the next moment, he wondered if he’d taken things a little too far with the comment. After all, he barely knew Anna, so there was no telling if she got sarcastic humor. It had been risky to make the assumption that she understood he wasn’t being serious, because if she didn’t, he probably just came off as the biggest douche on the planet. So, just to make it extra clear, he added: “Tell you what: To make it even, I’ll look you up too. It could be fun to find out who Anna-the-amazing-dancer is behind the scenes.” There. After a blatantly ridiculous—and semi-flirtatious—joke like that, she had to see that he had been kidding.

Still, despite the humorous nature behind his words, he found that he really was tempted to follow through on finding out more about Anna. There was just something intriguing about her that made him want to know more. Who was this confident woman and where did she come from? He found her answer to his question interesting too. It seemed like she wasn’t even remotely fazed at the fact that she was standing in the presence of the rich and famous. He quirked a brow when she stated that she didn’t find celebrities any more special than any other people. It was definitely a true statement—he knew quite well that all the celebrities here, himself included, were ‘just people’—but it wasn’t one that he’d heard from anyone else before, and it wasn’t one that he had been expecting to hear at [i]a show about the differences between celebrities and ‘regular’ people[/i] of all places. Her brazenness continued to catch him by surprise.

“A biological engineer, huh?” Jett whistled. “You must be hella smart.” Just when he was starting to think Anna couldn’t get any more impressive, she continued to impress. He didn’t know what he had been expecting her occupation to be, but [i]engineer[/i] certainly wasn’t the guess he would have made. He had always thought the people in that field were all geeks with glasses, the type who would snort when they laughed and make bad jokes about math. However, Anna was nothing like that. She was smooth and sexy, a complete package. [i]And possibly a genius,[/i] he added, looking her over with newfound curiosity. He may have been wrong about his stereotypes, but he [i]knew[/i] engineers were smart. If that was what she did for a living, she had to be too. It was starting to make a little more sense to him why she had been picked to join the show.

At her last comment, Jett couldn’t help but laugh. “Someone like me?” he repeated with a grin, deciding to prod at her a little more over the comment. He was fairly certain he knew why she would have said something like that, but he wanted to make her say it, herself. Folding his arms loosely over his chest, he leaned forward slightly as he went on in a luring tone, “What’s that supposed to mean?”