Every Fangirls' Dream || l.h.

Chapter Four: I'm geeky and clumsy, okay! Deal with it!

(Edited)

I stuck around after the end of the signing, hoping I could possibly get some more pictures or maybe even an interview (What? I'm a journalist. What do you expect from me?). But alas, I got no such interview. But I did get a couple candid photos that would look great on my blog along with my selfie (Which I still can't believe happened). After hours of waiting, I've decided to treat myself with new books because everyone deserves to treat themselves with a bunch of new books.

I pushed opened the door of a small and quaint bookstore nearby and I heard the quiet ring of a bell tied to the door.

I wandered up and down the bookshelves that towered over me. They were obnoxiously tall and seemed well over seven feet, stacked to the brim with books. I ended up in the back of store and saw a single girl behind a bar, sitting down with an old book in hand.

I gave her a small smile and she stood up, softly asking, "Hi. How can I help you?"

I looked up at the menu and saw something that caught my eye, "Hi. Can I please have a chocolate swirl hot chocolate?"

"You got it." she answered. "Name?"

"Zel," I responded. I walked back to the shelves and picked out a couple books to entertain myself while I waited for this mysterious hot cocoa.

Ring!

The front door got thrown open aggressively and the person that walked in seemed to have ran in. I poked my head pass the shelf, but was unsuccessful as they had moved and I was too short to see pass all these books.

I heard the quickening pace of this random person and I took it upon myself to try to find out who it was disturbing the quiet aesthetic of this book store.

I turned around to go the opposite direction since I hit a dead end and boom. I accidentally ran into someone, causing my books to fall from my grasp.

Found the culprit.

"I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz." I muttered, picking up my books.

"No problem, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Ditto."

I looked up to see a ridiculously tall guy with his hoodie drawn and sunglasses on standing high above me. How much of a douche do you have to be to wear sunglasses will in a dimly lit store? And that's when it hit me.

"Um... I'm... uhhh... sorry-"

"I'm guessing that you know who I am."

I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded managing to close my mouth that was hanging open ever so slightly. Don't want to impress Luke with my amazing drooling skills.

"Are you going to freak out?" he asked, handing me one of the books I dropped.

"I'll try not to." I said with a small smile. I've technically already met him. This should just be easy-peezy, shouldn't it? "Mind if I ask why you're in my territory?"

"Your territory?"

"You heard me. Books are my domain. You're in my turf."

He chuckled and replied, "This was the best place to hide."

"Psychotic fans?"

"You could say that. I love all our fans, but-"

"It's gotta be pretty annoying when you have to harness your inner Usain Bolt to get away."

"Exactly."

"Well you're safe here. It's just me and a teenaged barista." I replied.

"Zel?"