Off The Record

Part 1: Strange Encounter

Off the Record

Another miserable day in LA. I'm a New Yorker at heart, a Brooklyn baby if you will. I've been in Los Angeles for about 4 months now, I'm a journalist. I love it most days. Meeting celebrities and talking to interesting people day in and day out. My name is Marilyn Vivien Avery. My mother was a huge fan of Marilyn Monroe and Vivien Leigh . Okay can we just talk about Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire. If you haven't watched I highly recommend it; its beautifully depressing. That accurately described my life to be honest with you.

 Anyway I'm 23 living with my lovely kitty Veronica. Let's face it she's my only friend. I've always been kind of a loner, you know an introvert. I'd rather be alone than with a group of people who don't really care much for me. I've found it easier to shut people out, hence my cat being my only friend. I don't really like dating much either, guys today are just. Just so terrible in every way. That is, until I bumped the sweetest, kindest, and handsomest man in the universe.

Being a writer has taught me many things, like living entirely off coffee and takeout is perfectly okay. And some of the best work is made at 3 am. I must say it's taken me many amazing places. Other times I have the worst writers block and my vision gets blurry. 

Speaking of coffee there's an amazing coffee shop very close to my apartment. Might as well go get some, not like I have anything better to do. On my way there's an delightful old man who walks the streets looking for someone the chat with. While I'd love to be a good person and give the lonely man a conversation. I can't bare to listen to the same joke he tells everyday. I mean everyday. It goes like this "Did you hear the pope was sick" you reply oh really, he responds with "yes he got the bird flu from a cardinal" you fake a little giggle and get on with your day. But I'm not going to do it today. So as I walk to doge the old man I run into a slender man carrying a coffee.

"Oh my god" I stifled out "I am so incredibly sorry!"

He looks at me with his big brown eyes as coffee drips from his hands

"Well let's be thankful it was iced" he managed to say, a little awkwardly.

"Oh," I laugh a little, realizing who this man with a coffee stained shirt was. "Wait." I said.

"I do believe I know you" he said shyly.

I couldn't help but laugh a little, "you know me!? You're Alex Turner for gods sake." I basically yelled.

He let out a little laugh, "You're that reporter, the one who interviewed us for cochlea. You called our show 'eccentrically inviting'"

"You remember that, dear god." I said. How could he remember me. "I don't believe I'm at all special to be remembered by a rock star" I said with a slight smile.

Alex looked down awkwardly with a smile, "looks like I need another coffee... and shirt." He said while taking his coffee soaked button down shirt revealing a grey undershirt.

"Oh god, please let me at least get you a new coffee. I really am so sorry..." I trailed off, there was so much more u I wanted to say, but I haven't got the guts.

"You don't have to buy it, it's quite alright. I would love to speak with you again, that is if you wanted to" Alex said with his piercing brown eyes.

"Well of course I'd love to chat with you again, off the record of course." I said with a smile. God help me, Alex is too beautiful, nice, and oh yeah beautiful!