'That was war, not an interview! Total, brutal, no-holds-barred attack.' thought David as he sat recoiled back in his seat, sipped some water and wiped his brow with a hanky. He looked across, at Sarah who was sitting there, looking outside the window of the car, the-cat-who-got-the-cream smile plastered on her face.
'Wow, just look at her! So harmless,.. no one would imagine, it is the same girl who was firing bullet-like questions at him from her AK-47 mouth, just a minute ago. Phew... She just doesn't know the meaning of No Comments, she'll prod on and on and on, till she is satisfied with the answer..'
She was smart, she was funny, she was sarcastic , she was quick and she was out for blood. His Blood. I should have let her have her meal, maybe then she wouldn't have been as mean as a one-eyed dog. I was taken in by her nervous laugh and cute smile and that sexy pout (woah, woah.. where did that come from?) and relaxed my guard.
David was getting irritated with himself, by the minute. 'Why did i not end the interview there and then... oh, I almost did! But then she looked at me, with those almond shaped eyes and promised me that she won't ask personal questions again and grabbed my hand and begged me not to cancel the interview, and I, the biggest idiot, couldn't say No to her...'
And how did she even know about the cola-flinging episode? God, I don't even remember what i answered ...
He was looking at Sarah, when she turned his way and caught him staring at her.
"what?", she asked.
"Nothing!", David muttered and looked away.
Sarah just couldn't help but grin... her smile just won't go away. 'Woah, Sarah, what an interview.. you were totally kickass... haha.. the mean, rude Mr. Superstar would surely think twice before messing with you. Denied you food, right? He totally deserved it. One had to just look at his expression when you asked the question about Laura Wilson!', a tiny voice in Sarah's head encouraged her.
'But he was too smart to fall for my bait! He deftly dodged the question and was too witty. And sexier as well.', Sarah thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt. Sexier? 'No, Sarah you will not be impressed with his charm. And you are too smart to be a brainless groupie of David Becker. So, keep your lust under control, he is definitely not worth it... the mean machine!'.
"so? what award are you getting tonight?" , Sarah asked David, mentally shaking herself out of her stupid thoughts.
"I don't know!", David replied without looking at her. There were way too many awards now-a-days. Basically if you attend an awards night, they'll give you some or the other, out of courtesy.
Awards! suddenly an idea struck David. Aha! that'll be great revenge...
"but you'll know soon enough!", he replied smugly.
Sarah looked at him. "oh.. oh yeah! I'll be watching it from home. And I'll cheer the loudest when you get your award.", she lied through her teeth. Huh! watch an award-show? Is he out of his mind... I'll dance naked on my balcony, than watch a boring, mental-retardation inducing show....
"Oh why watch it from home? you'll get to see it up-close, from the front seat itself. All the performances and dance and everything. C'mon you'll get some behind-the-scenes coverage of me and I guess that'll help you with the interview, you'll get to know me better!", David gave her a lop-sided grin. That'll show her, acting over-smart with me! hah!
'What did he just say?', Sarah thought.
"what did you just say?", Sarah asked.
"you heard!", David replied.
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Seriously Sarah?
ChickLit'Is there any such thing like a perfect relationship?' This is what Sarah used to think. She and her friends used to fall in love and then fall out of it, even more quickly.... :) It seemed as if the search for Mr. Right will never end..... But one...
