2 - Hero

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Just like that my cover is blown. You would think that I would be more aware of my fucking surroundings, especially in Costco but no. Instead I bowl-doze this poor girl-no woman down. I don't even know how that happened, one minute I'm looking at the Peanut Butter tubs and then the next I'm throwing a woman to the ground. As I grab her wrist to aid her back to her feet, it feels so small in my hands. I could wrap my thumb and pinky finger around her wrist, and I can feel every bone in my hands.

She quickly pulls away from my light hold, and she knows exactly who I am. The sunglasses I was wearing to cover my eyes fell off on impact and I am royally screwed. I reach to grab my sunglasses and throw my hoodie over my head, hoping that she will get the hint that I do not want to be seen. She has two options here; either she's going to start yelling at me in rage because I fucking knocked her on her boney ass hoping to be able to sue or she'll start screaming with fucking joy. Either way, my cover is blown. My first thought is if I should start running now before I get crowded in Costco, but I already know I won't be able to get of here before that happens, so I go with my second thought.

Her jaw drops in disbelief but before she can say anything or scream anything, I cover her mouth with my hand. I get a few seconds to take this woman in, and I see that she is extremely tiny although she is just absolutely beautiful floating in her wet black oversized shirt. Her eyes are a deep blue, yet they remind me of the rain because I can see the storm behind those eyes; the eyes that carry a heavy burden and those eyes I know too well. Her hair is a deep brown tied into the messiest bun I've seen. Her face pale and the circles under her eyes are dark, yet still breathtaking. I'm thrown from my thoughts because she licked my hand. She licked my hand. I pull away quickly and very confused, rubbing my licked hand on my black skinny jeans. "Did you just lick my hand?" She gives me a small giggle and just nods. "So, you are Hero Tomlin then?" She says as if I've just confirmed it by covering her mouth. Her voice is soft and quiet, and her accent is not a Canadian one, but one from America. I've heard enough Canadian eh's the last three weeks I've been here, that I know a Canadian accent by now.  I realize now that there is no running away from this girl. As I continue to apologize, she just gives me a small smile and tells me that she will keep my secret. This girl is sweet and genuine, if I was in this situation with any other young woman than things would be very different.

I continue to walk the store with her, wheeling her cart through the aisles is the least I can do now. "What brings you to Vancouver?" she asks me but I'm assuming she can guess why already. "I'm filming a new movie here; we need the scenery of Vancouver for some of the scenes, but I will only be here for a couple more weeks." She seems a little disappointed that I will be leaving soon, but then again, she is probably just star struck and is looking for a free pass into the set. Not this time, I've made that mistake before.

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Filming the first Ever movie, I met a fan who I thought was sweet, so I brought her to set. She ended up video tapping many of the scenes on her phone that we did and shared them with TMZ for money. Most of the movie had to change after that and I got in deep shit.

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I offer to pay for her groceries because of my idiotic action of planting her onto the floor but she refused all five times I ask as we walk towards the checkout.

I envy her. I envy the fact that she can go grocery shopping without needing a bodyguard, I envy that she is not constantly being stalked by screaming fans and I absolutely appreciate her for keeping me hidden otherwise I would have completely regretted not bringing my bodyguards along.

As we walk closer to the door, she becomes constricted and she backs away from me quickly. I'm confused but I just remembered that I'm a stranger to this woman, she has no idea who I am. She may have seen my face on the big screen in my recent movies, but I was acting. The characters I play may resemble me in some ways, yet they aren't me and she knows that.

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