Precisely, Elon Musk | x Reader

Elon's interview.

"... so what we are trying to achieve is effectively to send a probe to Mars, so that we can get a better exploration of it and adjust to its characteristics"

Listening to Elon Musk speak, exercise word was so relaxing ... setting yourself the goal of getting to know as much as him one day, or to be more realistic, to express myself almost as well as did.

It was motivating, inspiring to listen to him. For that reason, I did not miss a single interview, and I even repeated one or two that I had liked more than the rest.

Today, I was sitting at the interview in person. So close to him. I was in the front row in the audience. Of course, there were not many spectators. It was something special, something that I got very lucky with to have attended.

It had not been cheap, and with this the savings of the last three months had faded away - not something from the other world either.

"Elon, do you see yourself ready to ... send people into space in a few years?"  The interviewer asked.

"Yes, that moment is still to come, but it will come, of course, taking into account the consent of those who offer themselves"

I would go, I thought.

Maybe I was in love with a person much older than me and I did not want to realize it because, basically, it was not going to take me anywhere.

It was the audience's question time.  I had a few about some things mentioned, but I knew that on one side or on the other, I was going to make a fool of myself.  In front of him?  No thanks.

Was I really going to miss this opportunity?  Knowing myself, it was most likely.  What a stupid thing.

I was staring at him, serious and without realizing my facial expression.  However, my heart bounced when I realized that his blue eyes rested on mine.  Jesus.

His expression was neutral and did not convey any state of mind.  He neither smiled nor not smiled.

I looked away like an idiot and by the time I wanted to look at him again he was looking at the person in the audience who had asked to speak.

I had the urge to raise my hand and ask something as simple and awkward as "why are you so perfect?".

But that gave me the idea to ask something, different, but also more personal.

I summoned my courage and raised my hand.

"Yes, miss," he said, addressing me.

My heart kept bouncing and it accelerated.  I was scared to get a panic attack.

"Do y-you have-" I started to stutter "some ... advice for, how to say it... have a better experience while studying? Being more productive?"

"It depends" he answered with a straight face.  He remained pensive for a long time, infinite for me.  "How old are you? Eighteen?"

"Yes, that exactly"

I had no idea how he had nailed it, but anyway.  It's Elon Musk.

"In your case, I can not apply an accurate study method because I do not know exactly what you are studying. However, I recommend you to practice a lot, work hard, work harder, always make yourself do more, it's the key, the effort.  And this is something I always say"

"I know, I've seen numerous interviews and many times" I laughed shyly.

He smiled.

"That's cool" he replied "Anything else that is bothering you?"

"Not much more, right now I'm blank," I replied.

He smiled again and looked at the general public, and then at the interviewer.

He never looked back at me until the end, when he got up and said goodbye to the interviewer again.

I got up from the seat and went to the restaurant that was on the top floor, taking the elevator.

I sat down and ordered a peach juice and a croissant.  I thought I saw a man really like Elon, with a suit that seemed similar to his, though I had not noticed Elon's.

This man had sat at the table in front of mine, but he was on his back.  Then I thought and reasoned that it was not very likely that it was him.

There were people and no one paid attention to him, so I discarded that hypothesis.  However, I continued to look at him in order to finally find out if it was him or not.

He turned his head back to find the waiter and ask what he had to ask for.  It was him.  I could not believe it.  Was it destiny?