Firefly (Eddie Redmayne Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

/// Quick note, I have no idea the geography of this place, no idea what this restaurant is like, I just needed a fancy sounding restaurant with an address in the previous chapter for details in the story, so please if you do know this place, don't hit me with everything that I'm getting wrong lmao. Also, attached you will find a photo of James McAvoy, to give you an idea of what I like to imagine him for his part in this story, AKA sexy as hell///

I arrived at the restaurant about 10 minutes early.  I took a moment to look over my make up and do a couple touch ups while the cab driver grew visibly impatient. I paid my far and wished him a good night as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. Looking around, it was mostly quiet out, only a couple of passers by, small groups of people out shopping or going into other restaurants.  I smoothed my skirt once more before going inside. It was a cozy place, not too busy surprisingly given the time of day. 

"Miss, may I help you?" the man at the door, I'm assuming a greeter, asked me. 

"Yes, I'm with Mr. James McAvoy, has he arrived already?" he raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway. He took me to a rounded booth near the back of the restaurant.

"Mr. McAvoy will be back to the table shortly. As compliments of the house, please enjoy the wine," the greeter guy said somewhat smugly. I really felt like he had some kind of issue with me, maybe I looked too poor to be in this type of restaurant? Did I maybe look like an escort? Oh well, he probably wouldn't be getting a tip from me. I never even got his name.

While he walked away, I looked at the bottle in between the two already-filled glasses. It looked like a really fancy brand I had never heard of. The label read 'Sant'Orsola Prosecco Gold'  Italian, nice. 

I started to pull out my interview-necessary items from my bag, my folder of questions and prompts, voice recorder, my glasses and a pen. I'd been sitting at the booth for at least 5 minutes now and James was still nowhere in sight. I began to wonder if he'd flaked too. I took a sip of the delightfully sweet and bubbly Prosecco as I unlocked my phone. Eddie still hadn't replied to my last text. I decided I'd go ahead and send another one.

'About to start my interview, be home as soon as I can. Can't to kiss your face!xx'

I wondered why he hadn't replied to me, he usually does fairly quickly. My thoughts were interrupted as somebody slid not-quite-gracefully into the booth with me. I quickly tucked my phone back into my bag and put on my "professional face". 

"I must say, I almost thought you would be my second no-show today," I extended my hand toward him. "Clancie Mailor." 

He looked at me and I could already feel myself losing my "professional face", I was totally starstruck, yet again. Not to mention his incredible rugged handsomeness about made me melt.

"So sorry, I had a phone call that couldn't wait. There will be no more interruptions tonight, I promise you."His eyebrow raised while he said that last part, he looked me up and down. I felt my face go red and I suddenly forgot how to speak.  

What do you do when you're getting "the eye" from an incredibly sexy superstar you're supposed to be interviewing so you can get home to your amazing, sweet superstar boyfriend? Apparently the answer is just go dumb because that's exactly what I did.

"Have I said something?" he asked with a perfect smile.

Finally I broke myself out of my stupor, smiled and shook my head. I took a large gulp of my wine and began shuffling my papers. 

"So I suppose, we should get on with the interview, yeah? " I asked just wanting to get finished and get out before I did something I'd regret. 

"Well, if you're in the much of a rush, sure lets get started," he chuckled a bit and suddenly I realized just how rude that sounded.