There he is. Looking hot as always. Screaming fangirls around him. I sigh. Never going to happen. I walk away. Away from the screaming, the fangirls, Away from him. It's way too crowded around the hotel he is about to enter. As I walk past the building, the other way from where he is going, I scan the parking lot for my car. It was a bad idea to go here anyway. I mean, I'm 18 years old, not a 13 year old sort of fangirl, desperately trying to get a selfie with him. I honestly don't even know why I went here. I think it's just my subconscious telling me that I want to see him again after all these years.
When I reach my car I accidentally drop my keys on the dirty, grey floor. Great. I bend to pick them up when suddenly a hand I did not see coming grabs them. I stand up, looking right into the face that must be from a bodyguard. He hands me my keys.
"Ehm.." I stutter "T-thank you?"
A bodyguard? Here? In this quiet parking lot? He doesn't really look like how I always pictured bodyguards when I was a small girl, playing games in which I was famous. He is tall, surprisingly short hair, but a very friendly face.
As I am still staring at the keys in my hand, thinking of a thousand questions to ask, the bodyguard steps aside. Another figure shows up from behind the bodyguard. I glance up to see what's happening.
It's him.
It really is him.
He has the same dark-ish blond hair as in the past, perfectly white teeth and that piercing still in his lip. He only seems taller than I can remember. He gives me a kind smile.
What is he doing here? Why did his bodyguard pick up my keys? Did they follow me? I swear they were in front of that hotel only minutes ago.
I notice that I have a million other questions to ask although I haven't said a thing yet. Should I say something? Before I can think of what to say he is trying to start a conversation.
"Hey. Long time no see." he smiles.
"L-Luke..?" I stutter again.
