"I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Cowell," Gwyneth said with a smile, stretching out her hand. Her smile was sweet and slightly shy, yet a hint of sparkle flashed in her eyes as she looked at Adrian.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Paltrow," Adrian stood up and shrugged with a flourish, "I say, let's not be so formal, call me Ed, Gwyneth. You have a lovely name."
"Okay, Ed, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Gwyneth smiled as she sat down beside him, her legs together, her hands resting on them, poised and graceful, the picture of good breeding.
"Of course not, Ed and I were just discussing something important," Spielberg smiled and shook his head. He seemed about to say something to Gwyneth, but after glancing at Adrian, he stood up instead: "Well, it's time this old man took his leave, I'll leave the younger ones to their time."
"You're an actress too, aren't you, Gwyneth?" After Spielberg left, Adrian turned to the young woman and asked.