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Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - First encounters of the Hollywood kind

Margot Robbie, an actress of goddess beauty. Australia's sweetheart, and Hollywood royalty approaches him.

He quickly stands up, "Hello-" Y/n greets, bad idea, his leg aches under the pressure as he grunts and groans. She concerningly places her hand around his arm, supporting him back down to his seat before she finds her seat.

"Hi." She giggles, that Australian accent piercing through with only one simple word. As she puts her handbag down, Y/n stares at her, stunned and in disbelief. She notices once she faces him.

"Sorry." Y/n says after a few seconds of silence. "I just - - wasn't expecting..."
He's nervous now and panicked.

She shuffles in her chair, expecting this result.
Y/n tries to recover, calming himself.

"So I never actually caught your name." She asks, a slight smile beaming from her face.

"Y/n, L/n." He exchanges, he extends his hand and she gladly shakes it.

"A pleasure." She smiles, she calls over the waiter and asks for some drinks.

"How's the leg?" She asks.

"Ahm well, it's been better." He responds, keeping his gaze on her. "However it does make for one hell of a story - - which seems to keep getting better and better."

She rubs her forehead and her smile fades "Again, i'm so so sorry, there was a car parked right on the corner and I didn't-" Y/n raises his hand.

"No, no, hey, it's all good." He responds, easing her from a distressed state as she relaxes.

"I didn't even know what to do," She gestures. "There was orange juice all over you and..." She explains, causing Y/n to chuckle, interrupting her thoughts as she shares his laugh. "So I thought I would apologise face to face and pay for everything."

A waiter delivers what the two ordered, for Y/n, a glass of Y/d (Your drink) and for Margot, a classic Margarita glass. 
Y/n raises his glass and she follows.

"To life and the lives we live." He toasts.

"And the fact that at any time you could wind up hitting someone with your car." Margot adds.

"Or in hospital with a broken leg after being hit by a lunatic in a car. Cheers." Your glasses clash together.
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At least an hour has passed, Y/n and Margot are deep in conversation, both highly engaged and now digging into some food. Margot ordered a generously sized burger while Y/n ordered a sandwich. She studies his food, seemingly judging.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" She asked. Y/n looks confused.

"Hey now, you best not pick on the poor man you ran over." Y/n mocks in response.

"I'm sorry it's just," She says between giggles. "a sandwich isn't what I expected."

"Well. I thought it was rude of me to order such a big meal under your name, it's a habit of mine to think of others." Y/n emphasises.

"Oh..such a gentleman." Margot teases.

Y/n then sighs defeatedly, dissolving his unserious guard. "But if you must know...." He smiles awkwardly. "I'm rather susceptible to what experts call 'butterflies in the stomach'." He admits, before resorting back to his sportive nature. "Thankfully, for years I've been having injections, seeking help, hiding from those chemical asylum clinics."

"Well - - I don't judge, food is a hobby of mine. But please, get whatever you need." She comforts.

The two gaze at each other in silence, smiles on their faces. Before Y/n asks about her recent films.