While fast forwarding through the commercials during our viewing of “The Americans,” I tell Scott that I might have a teensy-weensy crush on the husband spy, Phillip.
Scott: Tthhh. He’s not even that good looking.
Cassie: Oh yes he is. He’s got those dimples and the smoldering eyes.
Scott: But not when he’s wearing the goofy disguise, right? He doesn’t look good then.
Cassie: Yes. Even then. There’s just something about him. I can’t take my eyes off of him, really.
Scott: He doesn’t have one ounce of body fat, which isn’t very American, if you ask me. Not realistic. No hint of a beer belly.
Cassie: He has to stay in shape for when he gets tough during a secret mission.
(The fast forwarding is complete. Scott cues up the show. We’re back into the drama. There’s Phillip, thinking about how much he really loves his Russian spy wife. You can see it in his eyes. First, he has to kill someone, but you can see that after the spying and killing, he just wants to get back to his wife and two children. I notice Scott’s not watching. He’s looking intently over at me.)
Cassie: What? What are you doing?
Scott: I’m looking at you…with my smoldering eyes. I can’t take my eyes off of you, really.