Meeting Him

One summer evening I was walking down Hollywood Boulevard and I notice this extremely sexy man standing in line at a clothing store. I thought I should try to get him to notice me. I walked in a took off my sunglasses. I noticed that this guy was tapping his foot as if he was in a hurry. I walked towards a rack of clothing pretending to look at clothes then walked towards him while pulling my finger along the leather jackets.

"Anxious to leave?" I asked with a smile

He looked at me then giggled

"Is it that obvious?" He asked

"Yes it is..." I smiled

"That's embarrassing" he whispered

"Don't worry... I bet your date is anxious to see you too." I smiled

"Ha. You're cute." He admitted

"I'm Aria... Nice to meet you...?" I asked waiting for his name

"Michael... But my friends call me Mickey." He said

Wait... No wonder he looked so familiar oh my god.

He's Mickey Madden from Maroon 5. Okay Aria don't look too excited.

"Well it was nice to meet you Mickey." I smiled then offered my hand

He shook it.

"Woah... That tattoo is bad ass! what does it mean?" He asked as he pointed to the tattoo in Spanish on my wrist

"You really want to know?" I asked

"Yes."

"Well maybe you can text me and you can find out one day" I blushed then gave him a piece of paper with my number on it

"Hey... I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." He joked

"Well you're talking to me now aren't you?" I asked with a smile

He smirked

I decided he would want me more if I walked away now

I winked then walked out gracefully. I have to admit that I acted like too much of a drama queen but oh well. Okay... I can't believe I just talked to Mickey Madden... Little does he know that my tattoo on my wrist is a Maroon 5 quote.