No Time

Chapter 1

I felt my heart race as I quickly made my way to the small coffee shop that had always been my refuge, I kept my head low and only looked up once I was safely inside the shop. I made sure to straighten my signature curly blonde hair to perfection that morning in order to make myself less recognizable.

I let out a sigh of relief when I noticed only four other people in the coffee shop. The barista, a couple of giggling teenage girls, and a man in a suit sitting in the corner booth I usually occupied.

"Hi Chris," I greeted as I walked up to the counter.

"Hey Clara," he grinned.

"I'll take the usual," I said, trying to cover up my British accent.

I took an uneasy glance at the two girls as they giggled once again and a feeling of dread washed over me when I noticed them looking at me.

Like always Chris made my drink so fast it made my head spin. Once he was finished I quietly mumbled a thank you before turning around and bumping into some sort of wall, making my tea spill, along with what smelled like a strong cup of coffee.

"Oh my Gosh! I'm so sorry," I apologized, mentally scolding myself as I let my thick accent slip through.

I looked up and nearly lost my balance as I made eye contact with the man who was previously sitting in my booth.

His stormy grey eyes were filled with rage as he looked at the tea that spilled all over his shirt. He let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his silky, dark brown hair in what I could only assume was an attempt to calm himself.

"Watch where you're going next time," he growled.

"Well next time don't stand directly behind someone when they're being handed a hot drink," I shot back, placing my hand on my hips.

I was trying my best to seem confident but in reality it was taking all my power not to tremble under his 6'7 frame that was hovering over my short 5'6, and the fact the teenage girls were recording our little quarrel wasn't doing anything to help my nerves.

He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get the words out of his mouth we both noticed the flashing of a camera.

I slowly looked over at the window and sure enough I was met with at least a four flashing cameras and even though the sounds were muffled I knew they were trying to get my attention.

"Don't worry about them, they're here for me," the man mumbled.

I couldn't help but let out a scoff as I turned back to met his gaze, "How self conceded are you?"

"Excuse me?" he said furrowing his eyebrows.

"So I was right!" one of the girls exclaimed. "You are Clara Husher."

"Thats the name," I fake grinned.

"Can we get a picture? Please!" the other one asked holding out her phone.

"Sure," I sighed, turning to the egotistical maniac and handing him the phone. "Do you mind?"

Despite the look of confusion on his face he took the picture and handed the girl back her phone while I on the other hand, grabbed the cup of tea Chris remade for me and slipped on my sunglasses.

"Wait," the man called out just as I was about to walk out the door.

I turned back to see him directly in front of me with a look of confusion still on his face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Look me up," I simply said before walking out the door and facing the paparazzi.