Unexpected Encounters [B.H.M.]

3

Brian handed me his car keys and I helped him lock the door of his house because that seemed to be a bit of a struggle with one hand. That just reminded me how weird this entire situation was. I mean, who would have thought that I'd ever be doing that? That he was such a nice person, it was easy to forget that he was a rockstar. It was a good thing my best friend physically by my side because I just knew she would manage to freak me out somehow - only with the best intentions of course. With a small smile I shook my head a little and followed Brian to his car. We got in the car and I adjusted the seat and mirrors - I already wasn't short but he was even taller than me. When I was set I turned to look at him. "Where's the nearest hospital?"

"Uhm.. Charing Cross, fifteen minutes, to the right and then turn right," he instructed me, trying to get comfortable as I drove out of his driveway.

"Alright," I told him slowly, trying to work out this car. Driving in an unfamiliar car was always a bit tricky at first, especially because my best friend's voice in my mind kept reminding me that this was Brian May's car and that damaging it should be avoided at all costs, only making me more nervous. "To the right here?" I asked when we got to the end of the road and it was either to the left or to the right.

"Yeah, then just follow the road, I'll tell you when to turn left."

"Okay," I confirmed and focused on driving, on getting the car - and us - to the hospital in one piece. But Brian didn't seem to agree with the plan because he didn't let me drive in silence.

"So Frida... I hope you don't mind me asking, but where do you live?"

That was a bit of a random question. I glanced at him for a quick moment before I focused back on the street. It wasn't busy but I still didn't want to accidentally run over a cat or some kid's toy that might have fallen onto the street. That wouldn't make such a good impression on a father of three. "Uhm... I have a flat near Regent's Park," I told him.

"Oh that's nice, Regent's Park is a nice place to be. We take walks there sometimes. I mean... we used to. I still do, just with the kids now when I have them." He moved the passenger seat back a little and shifted around, trying to get comfortable. "It's a nice area."

"Yeah," I agreed, slightly confused. I wasn't sure what to do with what he had just told me. I couldn't figure out if he liked talking about his kids or not. And I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to ask him about them because it seemed like a sensitive private topic and nothing for a random fan to insist on bringing up.

"What's your last name, if I may ask? I would like to know who I'm talking to if you don't mind," he said with a small smile. That was good because that meant at least he wasn't in a terrible mood.

"Oh of course, that's only fair. Uhm, it's Johansson. Frida Johansson," I told him.

"That sounds Swedish. Or at least Scandinavian," he pointed out before he paused and shook his head. "None of my business, sorry."

"No, it's okay." He was so polite. I knew way more about him than he knew about me but he still didn't insist on getting all the private information from me. But I didn't want him to think I was just out to find stuff out about him, I could share a little of my history with him. On top of that I had far worse things to share than my parents' history. "My father was Norwegian, my mum is English. And before you ask why I don't look like the typical Scandinavian woman, seems like I've gotten my mum's genes more."

"You seem to have the Scandinavian blue eyes though, if I saw correctly," he pointed out, making me look at him surprised. "Watch out!" He exclaimed suddenly, making me turn my attention back onto the road just in time to narrowly avoid a parked car.