Loving Nicolas

Chapter 1

Nicolas Scott, actor extraordinaire, was sitting in a corner table, a cup of coffee, a half eaten sandwich in front of him, and reading a very big thick book. His dark head was covered with a cap pulled low over his brow. I knew it was an indication he didn't want to be disturbed.

I couldn't help myself, though. I wanted to say 'Hi'.  I was here in this town because of him.  I have booked a ticket to attend a play he was going to appear in for the next three days only. It was probably some kind of publicity stunt to get people going to watch the play. 

I held my breath as I debated with myself before he would notice me standing like an idiot. I am a big fan yes. In fact I have once told my best friend Veronic that I would only consider sex if it happened with Nicolas Scott.

I follow him on social media and any news about him on gossip columns. So far there is no mention about a girlfriend. Which is a relief. Not that he would consider a mere mortal like me. However, I doubt he had one, when he is at the peak of his acting career right now. The past three years he had parts in almost two movies a year, either playing a leading role or a supporting role, and still he was breathtaking on the big screen, over shadowing every actor who was with him on the screen. Gorgeous and charismatic. I sighed.

"Mr. Scott... Hi..." My voice sounded small to my ears.

Cold silvery eyes looked up at me. He had sensed my presence after all, because there wasn't any delighted surprise in them for being called out by a fan. Nope. His face was a hard expressionless mask as he waited for me to speak.

I hesitated, feeling suddenly awkward. 

"I'm sorry to disturb you... I'm here in town to see you tonight at the Hangman's Witch." I felt myself flushing and sweat broke over my upper lip, as my heart began to pound in my chest. Come on! Give me a little smile at least! Even if it doesn't reach your eyes.

He was quiet for few seconds, staring at me.

"Good...I'll see you tonight then." His tone was low and gravelly, cold and emotionless.

I felt crushed and I can hear the crack in my heart as I watched him turning his attention back to his book, completely ignoring me. If that wasn't the rudest brushoff I didn't know what is.

"Ok..." I whispered meekly, I wasn't going to cry, I'm not that desperate. "Sorry to disturb you."

I turned and sat on the table next to his. It had been my intention to take that table next to his before I noticed him. I slung my coat over the one empty chair, put my phone next to me and just stared blindly at the menu. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. I wanted to rant that he was rude. Maybe throw water over his face. No, I'm not going to stoop over this level of indecency.  My parents have brought me up well enough, thank you very much.

The waiter came, took my order and promised he'll be back with my order soon. I busied myself with my phone. I thought of texting Veronic about what had happened and I knew she was in a meeting right now, then refrained. I didn't want to distract her. Work is more important, and if she hadn't nagged me to take a break from work I would have been at that meeting right now with the textile suppliers.

I'm good at ignoring too. I'm the Queen of ignoring people. I ignored Adnan during high school. He had been crazy enough to propose to me after we graduated from high school. Not that I was interested in him, or that I encouraged him. No...poor Adnan. No not poor Adnan. He is a CEO of some kind of investment company now.

His face is plastered in every newspaper when I visited home. My brother Ahmed, teases me about it all the time. He says Adnan is still keeping tabs on me and knows when I'm back in the country. He is in the newspapers to remind me of what I had skipped on.