Is this feeling real?

Part 3

"See you Thursday Stephan." I waved as I left the shop with Christian. He gave his bags to a guy standing by a very nice black car. "I'm taking Amara to the café down the block I'll call you when We're done. " The man Christian was talking to was a bald, big african American man. 

"Who was that man?" I asked walking down the street with overalls splattered with paint, and a messy bun. standing next to Christian made me feel like a homeless bum. 

"He's a...Friend." He said walking forward. I rolled my eyes, yeah right. When we got to the café he opened the door for me. I walked inside and sat at a table. "Black coffee?" I nodded I usually preferred cream and sugar but their was sugar at the table so I guess I can do without cream. 

Christian sat the cup in front of me. "So why did you want to get coffee?" I asked dumping sugar into my coffee. 

"What do you mean?" He didn't look at me, he just took a sip out of his cup. I bit my bottom lip, he looked up at me, "Amara, I just wanted to apologize for the other night, my behavior was improper." I let my lip go from my teeth. 

"All is forgiven I guess." I looked around the coffee shop. I could see some girls giggling and whispering. they were either talking about the way I dressed or about christian, or both. 

"Drink." Christian pushed the cup closer to me. I looked up at him for a second before picking up the cup and taking a sip. "tell me more about your self." Pushy pushy. Christian grey was a very controlling person to be around. 

"Umm... well what do you want to know?" I asked taking another sip.

"start with your family where are they?" I set down my cup. 

"Well my mom lives in florida with her boyfriend Robbert. My dad died when I was about Five." I cleared my throat and gave christian a small smile. 

"how did he die?" He asked cleaning a coffee circle in front of me. 

"He was murdered. i don't know how. My mother and I lived with my grandparents up until I was 17, then my mom wanted to move to florida and work down their, but I wanted to stay in California with my friends. So she moved and I stayed with my grandparents until I was 19. I moved here to Seattle, Washington. Here's where I found my now best friend Mia, we share an apartment her parents pay for. I pay by making her food. We go to college together with my other best friend Ryan." Christian stared at me as I talked. He actually wanted to hear what I had to say. 

"Ryan's a girl?" I smiled 

"No Ryan's a boy." I continued telling him about myself. "I've been in college for 4 years, I graduate in a couple months." Christian stopped me. 

"What do you studying?" I bit my lip again. 

"Umm, I study a little bit of everything in art. I study the history or art, Directing, creative writing, painting, realism, graphic design,photography,  I also study anatomy and medicine. Just for fun." He smiled at me. 

 "So when you graduate what would you like to do?"  

"Well I want to Direct a movie I've been writing. My teacher thinks I'm very talented. I think I'm okay." 

"So why aren't you going to direct your movie?" 

"I need a sponsor, it cost a lot of money for actors and makeup and special effects and cameras... its just to expensive. Besides nobody would want to see it, I thought about turning it into a book, just a small coffee table novel. I think I might go into graphic designing, maybe do some photography on the side, maybe even wedding planing. I'm no sure yet." I sipped my coffee again and stared into it looking at myself in the refection of the dark liquid. 

"Do you have your scrip?" Christian asked, I was still looking into the cup. 

"Yeah I have a copy at my apartment." 

"Lets go then, I want to read it." He said standing up removing the cup from my hands. I looked up and he grabbed my hand dragging me behind him. 

"Wait what?" I said stumbling behind him. "Christian." He didn't say anything. I pulled my hand away and stood at the side walk. "Christian I'm not going to take you to my apartment, My friend is sick and, well I don't know you. You know all this random information about me and I know nothing about you. If you really want to read my scrip I'll email you a copy, here." I wrote down my email on a paint stained piece of paper in my pocked. I handed it to him and he took it. 

"Ill talking to you later then." I nodded and walked in the direction of my car. "I can walk you to your car." He said.

"Im a big girl I can take care of myself." I said not turning around. Christian seemed like an... interesting person, but he was oddly controlling. 

Christian emailed me a week later, 

~Hello Amara, I apologize for emailing you so late but I've been busy lately. I would appreciate if you sent me you're scrip. I look forward to reading it.-Christian Grey~ 

I rolled my eyes and smiled. I made Mia Dinner then went to my room. I sent Christian my Script then went to bed. Another two weeks went by. Christian had been talking to me, we even started texting. He was such a strange mysterious person but I was highly interested. He still hasn't said anything about my script and I haven't wanted to ask him about it, because I was nervous he thought I was a bad writer. 

"Amara." I turned around to see christian on the side walk. 

"Christian. You wanted to see me?" I asked walking into the café 

"Yes, it's about your scrip.." I sat down nervous. 

"Oh, you read it?" MY heart pounded, i had really hoped he hadn't read it. 

"It... It was fantastic. It's the best tragedy since romeo and Juliet. I sent it to a few of my friends in high places and they would love to help you create it." I choked on my coffee. "Are you alright?" he asked cleaning a drop of coffee from my lip. 

I coughed before speaking. "You got my a sponsor?" I sat back in my chair. "You let other people read my scrip?"