Publicity

Six - This, Flirting?

I got to 10 Speed Coffee at about 1:09pm, and took one last deep breath. Please don't mess this up Mandy. I walked through the gates and saw a muscular back in a tight, black t-shirt, with black hair. The figure was slumped, as if bored of waiting. That was him. I walked up to him and sat across from him.

"Sorry is this seat take-" I looked up and saw someone who wasn't Cristiano. "Sorry, I think it is." 

The guy gave me a dirty look and told me to move. 

"Sorry. Right, sorry." I quickly got up and moved away. 

Well done Mandy. You fucked it up. 

I need to go home this is so embarrassing. I turned around and whacked into something hard and solid, almost assured I walked into a wall. This day can't get worse. But it wasn't a wall because two firm hands gripped my forearms, to keep me from falling.

"Hey, hey, watch where you're going." I heard a deep, strong Portuguese accent say.

"Don't stand in the middle of the - " I looked up to see a gorgeously tanned, brunette beauty with a cheeky smirk playing on his face. 

"Hey, you're Amanda Sykes!" Cristiano Ronaldo said cheerfully. 

Speak Mandy, speak! 

"Urr - yeah - erm, so, who, yeah, me?" I stuttered. What? No! What are you doing talk to him! 

"Yeah, you." He said, chilled and smiling. "You were in - what was it? - Two Blunts and a Shot? Or something like that?" 

Great, so he's only aware of the one film where I was a stripper for a few scenes.

"Y-yeah, that's the, that's the one haha." I said, putting loose strands of hair behind my ears. 

"Yeah," He smiled, and looked straight into my eyes. "That's the one." He said quietly, a smile still on his face. We stood there for a few moments, staring at each other, and something felt like it clicked. I looked down at his man hands still on my arms and he quickly pulled them back. "Sorry." He laughed. I laughed too and smiled.

"It's okay. You're Cristiano, right?" I smiled, completely taken aback by his smile. His pearly white perfect teeth were something else completely. 

"Call me Cris, and yes the one and only." He smiled. We were stood in the middle of the cafe, with eyes on us. This is going to be on the news I know it. "Here, I had a meeting, but the person is obviously not going to show, so do you want, like, a coffee or something?" 

"Yes, that would be lovely." I chuckled. We stood there for about 10 seconds, just staring at each other, attracting attention from almost everyone in the cafe. 

"Shall we go?" He said, laughing.

"Oh, yeah, of course haha." I said. "Lead the way then." 

"Of course." He walked to a table in the corner of the cafe, and pulled my chair out and helped me in. He didn't know how nice that was, but I do. 

"Thank you." 

"No problem." He smiled once again.

"So, the meeting, was it about the Barcelona signing?" I said, taking my cardigan off and putting it behind my chair.

"How do you know?" He laughed, running his hand through his hair. 

"I'm a football fan." I shrugged. No I'm not. Stop lying. "Wait, no I'm not. I heard it on the radio." I laughed. 

"Haha, well at least you was paying attention." He chuckled.

We stared at each other once again, the silence almost comfortable, his dark brown eyes devouring my body. My heart was beating insanely fast, and my body was one huge bottle of energy drink.