You were at the airport, waiting to see any one of your friends walk out of the bathroom they literally spent an hour in. You huffed, and wiped a stray piece of (y/h/c) hair out of your face. Suddenly you hear a loud noise.
"Hello EVERYONE MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE." You turned. A tall man with an Irish accent, a beret thing, and stunning blue eyes held up a camera. It took you a while for it to register.
"Wait a second..." You said out loud. That was JACKSEPTICEYE . THE JACKSEPTICEYE . SEAN SEAN SEAN OH GOD. You were totally fangirling and you took out your phone to snap a photo. You idiot.
Click. Sean turned to see you with a camera, a blend of shock, terror, and embarrassment spelled out across your face.
"Woah there... Are you taking a photo... of little old me?" He asks, and you're about to faint.
"Uh- well- I'm- kinda-well-uh-a really-uh- a fan andicantbelievethatyourehereinthesameairportwithme!" You said, taking a long breath of air. Jack seemed to understand exactly what you said and grinned wildly.
"Oh, well, want to take a photo?" He asks, winking. Yes. You are indefinitely going to faint.
You smile and he held up his phone. Then you take a photo with your phone. He takes out a piece of paper and writes his number on it.
"You're one pretty lass" he says, and gives you the number. He winks. Oh god you might as well be dead by now.
