I haven’t written anything here for a long time. So, here’s a little something that I came up with recently, thanks to a dream that I really wish happened. Well, maybe not the ending, though. Enjoys!
Now we all get star-struck, sometimes. No matter who our idols may be - a pop star, an award-winning
actor, an MVP or even a business tycoon, once we see them up-close, all common sense seem to disappear. We lose the ability to talk, favoring instead to just making incoherent sounds that resembles nothing in the english dictionary.
I wasn't expecting him to be there. Having been stuck at home for weeks, a dinner out with the gang seemed like a pretty good idea. Which it definitely was.
The food was great, company was fantastic and we were all just about to go when I needed to use the ladies. Along the way, from where we were seated, there was a beam, one of several which I suppose was doing it's job holding the whole structure up. Secured at the top of the beam was the restaurant's speaker that acts as musical entertainment.
The restaurant in itself was not a very big place. Tables were arranged quite close to each other, as the case with the beam and the table next to it. I was ready to make a squeeze when suddenly a man came up from the opposite direction and simply leaned against the beam with his head down. He seemed to be focusing on something and it took me a while to realise that he was listening to the music coming through from the speakers. Then he turned his head away from me and yelled, "Cher O'shay!" to the big group at the corner table. I assumed the Jazz singer's name was an answer to a question they asked which, judging by their cheers, he had gotten right.
But he was still blocking my way.
Suddenly, as time seemed to slow down, he turned back around to face me and there he was, floppy brown hair, blue eyes and a wide grin. Looking right at me, was the man of my dreams.
"Oh, sorry. Did you want to come through?" he asked. His smile faltered a little as he must have realised that I was staring at him.
All I could say was, "South-west Minister. Next stop."
As soon as those words escaped from my mouth, I knew my life was over. I felt the blood draining out of me.
"Oh...kay...," he replied kindly, his smile back on his face, before making his way back to his table.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself right there and then. Instead, I turned around and walked back to my friends.
As I put on my coat, I blurted, "I just saw Sebastian Stan."
I could feel all their eyes on me.
"What?" one of them said. I wasn't quite sure who as I was looking down, trying to avoid eye-contact. "Where? Aren't you gonna say 'hi'?"
I shook my head and with a fake nonchalance, I said, "Nah." And quickly head towards the exit.
"Wait, did you pee?" Someone else called out loudly. Must be Katie. She has a knack for embarrassing her friends.
"Yup!" I called out, pushing the door open. Trying to ignore the wetness that was slowly spreading from my lap.
