"Depends on your definition of luck," he says. Rat bites his lip, unimpressed by a stranger calling him friend but not stupid enough to make a scene when anyone walking through the door might be writing his next paycheck. The other man strikes him as an in front of the camera type rather than a producer or a director.

"Are you auditioning for Be Careful With My Heart?" he asks, unable to resist shaking his head at the title. It sounds so melodramatic, to say nothing of the actual script.