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The Journalist

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"Hello Timothée," a voice said. My mouth nearly dropped open. She was one of those girls that you were always surprised to find in the wild because they were stunning enough to be a high end model. One of those girls who almost looked bad wearing jeans because she was so lovely she should be draped in finery.

"H-how did you know it was me?" I asked.

"This is your apartment yeah? I see you come out of here a lot," she smiled. "Don't worry I'm not a snitch."

"Do you want an autograph?" He asked.

"Naw, just thought you'd like to chat?"

"Chat?" I asked. The question was interesting, I'd never been asked for a chat before. I had to admit I was intrigued. "I guess for not blasting my business out there I could get get you coffee," I said weakly. In all honesty she seemed confident, interesting and stunning, and I was heating up at the prospect of hanging out with her more.

"So, how's filming going?" She asked when we sat down.

"I'm not filming at the moment," I said. "Just trying to kinda meet up with people. Make up for some lost time."

"Ohhha interesting, and am I stealing you away from any special lady?"

"Not currently," I smiled. We continued to talk and she asked odd but interesting questions. None of them we what typical fans asked. She also seemed super confident with me. I had to admit, it turned me on a bit. Most girls I met were nervous.

"You seem antsy, sorry if I'm keeping you from something," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. In truth I was feeling very horny for her. I was willing myself not to pop a boner every time she gazed at me with those searching eyes.

"I really love your eyes," I blurted. She looked self conscious for the first time since we'd met.

"Oh, thank you," she said.

"Would you wanna do this again? Like as an official date?" I asked because I just couldn't let her disappear from my life.

"No thank you," she said and got up. I was shocked. I couldn't get her out of my head for a week. Every morning I checked out my window to see if she was there. She never was. That's when an article about me came out about me that people were eating up. "Everything you didn't know you wanted to know about Timothée Chalamet"

I didn't usually read articles on me, but I saw it mentioned so much I pulled it up. My jaw dropped open when I saw the small icon of the author. It was her! Had that been why I flustered her? The whole time she knew and I didn't that she was prying information out of me to use? For a moment I was angry, but then I began to read.

Her signature charm, wit, and confidence were incredibly evident through the piece. By the end I was smirking. She'd been very honest that she found me attractive and kind. The article was teasing, as if asking me to reply, so I did. I wrote that she did a good job on her assessment and guesses of my character and she was pretty spot on, even if we'd never met. I knew it'd drive her crazy that I was denying her story.

That prompted her to meet me outside my building the next day. I smirked at I put on my hat.

"Hello," I said with a smile.

"Why did you say my article was fake? It got so much hype before that," she whined.

"I dunno, seemed like a good way to see you again," I smirked.