Love For The First Sight

Chapter 3

Brooklyn POV:

I loved being in the field. It was exciting to watch a movie recover and a cinematic success. However, today was more special than ever. He was here. The man I saw in the restaurant. And why not, actor! How can this be ? What chance did I have to meet him again today? This makes your eyes even more attractive up close. He had iris-blue eyes and an unconscious scent. As I stood in front of him, I was sniffing deep into the air. I wanted to keep this pleasant scent for a long time.
And as I adjusted the makeup on the man's face, I was able to take a closer look at him features. The small little details. However, his clothes could not cover the muscles that stretched under the textile. Is there such a perfect man in the world? But what am I thinking! I have to concentrate because I play my job if I don't do professional work. As soon as I finished the alignment I retreated to my seat and watched Mr. Perfection from there. As I stood and watched him, I replayed the tiny scene in my head where we had touched each other's hands. So this is Chris Evans. If it's a shame, if I didn't recognize him. But as I watch him here now, he was utterly amazed. Perfect portrayal, he also does the action scenes, he doesn't ask for the help of the doubler. Thanks to the professional portrayal, the second shot was already perfect so we finished shooting the scene. I was honestly quite embarrassed so I tried to get out of the set as soon as possible. I packed my stuff and headed for the exit. I usually went to work on foot because I loved to walk anyway. Although not at this time. The wonderful sunny day turned into a slushy, rainy weather. I stood there under a sheltered area without an umbrella waiting to see if the time would ease a bit. As I looked toward the exit, I saw Sharon and Mr. Perfection walking beside him. Seeing this, a small smile slipped on my mouth which I intended for my pathetic self.
What did I hope for? How could I be the case? As I watched them, they were a really nice couple. The man gently stroked Sharon's arm and then walked towards the car. I turned back to my original direction and then, reaching out, tried to calculate the chance that I would get home like a soaked dog or maybe walk home with some acceptable looks. However, my thoughts were disturbed by a figure perceived out of the corner of my eye. As I looked sideways Mr. Perfection stood beside me.
-Hi! - the man greeted me with his beautiful lips.
-Hi...hi! I stammered as I got close to the man again.
-We have a terrible weather don't we? - the man rubbed his hair, which looked perfect even with wet hair. - Are you in a car?
-No! I shook my head. - On foot!
-Do I take you? - Chris pointed in the direction of his car.
-No thank you ! - I objected to this wonderful offer. However, it would have been quite interesting if I had jumped around his neck cheering for his offer.
-Come on! I do not bite! - he smiled at me, which made my heart miss a beat. Who the hell is this man? One would think such men are only in fairy tales... and they are there for the beautiful princesses. But I'm not even close to the princesses. Max I could be the waitress in these tales.
As I pondered it in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the fairytale prince taking my hand to take the steps toward his car. However, as he was implanted in the car, he caught up with the realization that our hands were touching each other again and I felt the heat flood in. But even greater recognition came after that. I'll be alone with this man in his car! As he sat down next to me, he tossed his wet sweater back into the back seat so his tense arms were fully visible under the t-shirt. How muscular! You can definitely give very sweet hugs with those arms.
-Where do you live? - he asked as his eyes looked at me.
-Under Madison Street 6! - I answered your question.
-I know where is! - he said he started the car and we slowly left the parking lot of the studio. The trip was quite unpleasant at first because I didn't have the courage to talk to him. So I only watched people running down the streets in the rain or just walking under the umbrella.
-Have you been working in the studio for a long time? - the man broke the silence.
- Um...for a while! - I replied briefly and concisely.
-I'm sorry we haven't met yet! - he said as he looked at me.
-What? - I asked back. Would I have heard wrong?
-Ah, I mean, you've done an extremely professional job on the set right now! Such professionals are worth gold! - Chris corrected.
-Oh, I see! Thank you for the praise! - I said in my girly embarrassment.
-I think we've arrived! - he stopped the car in front of my house. I looked at him and then I felt close to my whole face flushing again as I met his eyes again so I thanked him for bringing me home. I closed the car door and then ran to the front door. As I opened it I took one last look in the direction of the man who made a small wave in my direction with a smile on his face and then left the street. What the hell is happening to me?