My Leading Man | Timothée Chalamet

chapter three

Luckily he hadn't made it far down the sidewalk before I caught up to him. I touched his arm and tried to control my very unattractive wheezing as I said, "Uh, Timothée... can I ask you a favor?"

    He turned to me in surprise, gave a small smile, and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

    "Um, see, I'm a film student, and I actually just finished a script for a short film I've been working on, and, well.... Do you maybe want to read it and tell me what you think?" The last of my words came out in an unfortunate rush.

    At first he didn't say anything and looked hesitant. Then I tried to save face and added, "It's fine if you don't want to! I just thought, since you're familiar with the industry, and all..." 

After an excruciating moment, he smiled. "Uh- sure," he let out in a breath, and laughed a little with a shake of his head. "Why not." He looked at me, and I was momentarily caught up in the shock of his eyes being turned on me, when I finally realized he was waiting for the script, and I laughed awkwardly.

    "Uh- right." I shook my head in an attempt to shake off my weird behavior and unzipped my backpack to pull out my script and place it in his hands.

    He smiled and held it up, beginning to walk away. "I'll read it. I'll see you later!"

    "Bye!" I waved, standing there like an idiot before understanding dawned on me again. "Wait! Timothée! How will you tell me what you think?"

    He turned around, still walking, and called out to me, "Meet me here tomorrow, same time?"

    "Okay!" And then I just stood there a moment, in total awe, and realized I had a blueberry bagel and coffee waiting for me.

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    In my seat on the subway, I started to panic. Why did I just do that? Timothée freaking Chalamet is not going to read my script and meet me back there! He was just being nice! I groaned to myself. And now I lost my one printed copy of my script so I'd have to wait another day to show my professor and Sydney. Why, Violet, why? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and felt a smile creep up to my face. On the other hand, I had just met Timothée Chalamet, and man, was it wonderful.

    He was taller than I expected, and smelled good. His eyes were like a forest and wore an easy smile that lit up his face. I sighed happily. You know, I thought to myself, losing my script was a small sacrifice to meet Timothée Chalamet. It was worth it.

    I decided I would just print out a new one once I got home and bring it in next time I had class.

    Once I hit my stop on the subway and walked into class, I was practically glowing. The actualization of meeting Timothée Chalamet this morning was surrounding me like a bubble, and I was loving it. I floated to my desk and took a big, happy sigh, when my best friend Sydney walked in.

    "Woah, what's up with you?" She asked me.

    "Oh, nothing," I closed my eyes and smiled, shrugging nonchalantly. "Just met Timothée Chalamet this morning- no big deal." I cracked open an eye to glance at her and her mouth dropped open.

    "You what? When? Where? Do you have a picture?"

    Sydney was a big Timothée fan, and while I thought he was an amazing actor and not exactly difficult to look at, my admiration was nothing in comparison to hers. My smile faltered as I realized I did not think to take a picture. "No. I don't know why I didn't think of that." I mentally chastised myself. "But it was at Coffee Hug by my stop."

    "Ugh, you're so lucky!" She playfully hit me.

    I smiled at her. "It was incredible, to say the least."