TOM'S POV
The owner of the restaurant demanded that the paparazzi leave. It took him and 3 waiters to get them out. One photographer dropped his camera and thank goodness a waiter had quick reflexes and kicked it away. "Hey! That's my camera!" The photographer tried his best, pushing on the owner, to get it back, but he wasn't moving.
"Oh sure, I'm sorry! You can have your camera back!" He took the film out and threw the camera back. "Nice piece of equipment you have there man!"
The waiter threw the film to me which I thanked him profusely for. OK...get Chelsea and get outta here. Scoping the restaurant, I couldn't see her anywhere. My shoulders fell. She wouldn't have left, would she? Well, I wouldn't blame her if she did.
There was a tug on my suit jacket. "Um...Loki?" She was the cutest little blond haired girl, with big eyes and an even bigger smile. I bent down and whispered, "How did you know that I am Loki?"
Her cheeks turned red and she giggled. "Cause!"
"Well, you Midgardian children are pretty smart. What's your name sweetheart?"
Still giggling, she said, "Sam."
Raising my eyebrows and smiling, I said, "Well Sam, can you promise not to tell anyone that I'm here? I have to go."
"OK, but Loki?" Her face was beaming.
Bending back down, I asked, "What's wrong, darling?" She held out her hand and motioned for me to follow her. I took her hand, hoping I wouldn't be getting any more unwelcome surprises, when we stopped at the ladies room door.
"Your friend ran in here." She looked so proud of herself, grinning ear to ear. "Do you want me to get her?"
I pulled her in for a hug and said, "Yes, thank you very much Sam." I kissed her cheek and she ran in the restroom squealing.
CHELSEA'S POV
Can't stay in here forever Chels! Sounds quiet, so that's good. I opened the stall door and almost knocked down a little girl. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. Here ya go..." I held the door for her, but she wasn't moving.
She looked at me curiously. "Did you come here with Loki?"
Hmm, interesting. I smiled at her. "Yes darling, I did."
Putting her hands on her hips, and with a very serious tone, she asked, "Are you guys related? He called me darling too!" She shook her head, then rolled her eyes. "Never mind. He's right on the other side of the door. Loki wants you to come out. He seems nice but," she waved her hand down to me and when I bent down, she whispered, "It's still Loki, and you don't want to make him mad, do you?"
I matched her serious expression and said, "No. I better go! Thank you, sweetheart."
She hugged me, and started walked out, proud of herself for carrying out "Loki's" orders.
Looking in the mirror, I tried to fix my hair, then slumped my shoulders. Just go Chelsea, you're not trying to impress him. Peeking out, I saw him standing there, looking at his watch. And I've been being selfish while he's been waiting to go.
He looked apologetic when he saw me, and fighting for something to say, but I didn't give him the chance. "I'm sorry for making you wait Tom. Let's go." I forced a smile and tried to get passed him.
"Wait! Darling, wait!" He reached for my arm, but I didn't turn around. I just wanted to get out because a lot of people were looking at us. This was unbelievably uncomfortable, and he does this on a daily basis. How he manages a positive attitude like he does just baffles me.
