Some Enchanted Evening

~Chapter 3~

*Maddison's POV*

As I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly against my chest. This was the moment I had been waiting for my entire life. I took a deep breath and flipped down my visor to look in the mirror. I made sure each hair was in the place it was supposed to be in and made sure my makeup wasn't messed up at all.

Once I was ready to go in, I stepped out of my car and re-adjusted my clothing so that it was in the proper position. I was wearing dark skinny jeans and a maroon camisole with a dark blue jean jacket over it. I was also wearing high-heeled leather boots that went to a little under my knee. I grabbed my black purse that was sitting in the passenger's seat. I had the classic red lip stick on and hooped earrings. I decided earlier to leave my hair down and to just simply have it curled. I put my arm in my purse and let it rest on the inside of my elbow.

I took another deep breath as I walked into the restaurant. It wasn't too fancy of a place but fancy enough that if you wanted reservations you could have them. My boss had already made the reservations a week prior. Luckily it wasn't too busy so it would be nice and quiet. I was seated at a booth closer to the back of the restaurant. While I was waiting I took a scan over the menu and then another quick look over the questions I wanted to ask him.

A few moments later I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I heard a deep, silky voice that made me shiver in the best way possible. Honestly though, in my opinion, if sex could have a voice his voice would be it.

"I hope I'm not late." The voice said. I turned around and immediately blushed when I saw him. He was wearing black dress pants and a light blue sweater with a cream colored jacket. He took his jacket off and placed in the booth opposite me. I stood up to shake his hand.

"Hi Mr. Rickman. It's such an honor to finally meet you. I've been a fan of yours for as long as I could possibly remember." I said. He shook my hand with his warm and strong one.

He smiled."It's very nice to meet you miss..." He gave me a look as if to ask my name.

"Oh, Clark. Madison Clark, but you can call me Maddie." I replied.

"Well in that case Maddie, I insist that you call me Al." He replied.

We were both still smiling and we took our seats. The waiter who had come with Al to seat him waited patiently and then took our drink orders. I offered for him to order first but he simply held up his hand and told me to. So I did. I decided to go with a more adult drink than what I usually do during these sort of things. Since I had known a lot about him since I was a child and had done a lot of research on him, I ordered his favorite drink, rum and coke. He smiled and told the waiter that he would have the same thing.

"That's my favorite drink." Alan said with a smile and leaned in closer. I smiled back and played with a lock of my hair.

"It just sounded good tonight." I replied. We both looked over the menus and sat looked over our menus silently. The waiter soon came back with our drinks and then took our order. I ordered a salad and Al ordered a steak. The waiter took our menus and walked away again. After a few more moments of awkward silence he finally broke it.

"So, you know a lot about me. Tell me about yourself Maddie." He said and placed an elbow on the table to hold up his chin in his hand.

"Well, I'm usually a pretty open book. I'm twenty-five years old. I'm an only child. Both of my parents pretty much abandoned me after I graduated high school. I never went to college. I got my job by a friend of mine knowing a few people higher up on the ranks. Uh, as you know, I work for a local magazine here. I'm good at what I do and I enjoy it. I live in an apartment on my own not far from here. I have a dog named Alex. He's about a year old now. That's about all I can think of for the moment. All I know about you is what I've heard from media people. I'm sure you know how they tend to twist things sometimes. Not saying that I do. In fact that's the reasons I'm so good at what I do. So, why don't you tell me about you?" As I was talking I could tell he was listening. He gave me little 'uh-huh's', 'hmm's' and 'oh's' as I was talking. I laid my arms on the table and sat up straighter. I crossed my legs and waited for him to respond.