The Story Of Our Lives

Interesting encounter

Diego's POV

"Diego, wake up sweetie, we have to go sightseeing today!" my girlfriend Ludmila said as she walked into my hotel room. She drew the curtains, allowing the sunlight to come in and burn up my retinas. My eyes forced themselves open and I looked up at her. She was all dolled up and pretty.

"You look beautiful," I told her, trying to get my butt off the bed.

She flipped her hair. "Oh, I know. I have to look presentable for the fans, you know. After all, I'm a supernova."

"Uh huh," I said, walking up to her to give her a kiss, but she gently pushed me away. "Not now honey, your morning breath smells horrible." she said, turning on her heel and walking out the door.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I took out my toothbrush and the tiny little tube of hotel toothpaste, squeezed some onto my brush, and stuck it in my mouth. Gosh, American toothpaste tastes awful. I took a shower, and put on my clothes and walked over to Ludmila's hotel room. I knocked on the door.

"Come in!" she called from inside. She was fixing her hair. As usual.

"C'mon babe, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat." I told her.

"Just a minute, let me finish," she said, putting on some lip stuff. She turned around to face me. "Oh Diego, what are you wearing?!"

I looked down at my black hoodie and jeans. "Whatever. Let's go." I told her, pulling her hand.

We walked down to the lobby, when a small group of squealing girls ran up to us, asking for autographs. After that fiasco, we finally walked out of the hotel and we were walking on the sidewalk, when we saw a flash from behind a tree. A camera. That only meant one thing: paparazzi.

We didn't want paparazzi trouble, so we decided to split up and meet later. I walked as fast I could into a street, and ducked into a little corner restaurant. Thankfully, the paparazzi guy didn't notice. I pulled up my hoodie and put on my sunglasses so nobody would recognize me. I dashed to the first table I could find and sat down. There was a twenty-something woman sitting across from me. She had straight dark hair, and her green eyes were busy behind her big reading glasses. She was engrossed in her book until I came and sat there, to which she looked up at me. She took her glasses off and snapped her book shut.

"Excuse me, I believe this table was occupied until you, very rudely, sat here without asking." she remarked.

"Yeah, whatever. Listen girl, nobody can know I'm here, okay?" I told her.

"Sure. Just one question. Who are you?" She asked me, raising an eyebrow.

I took my shades off. "Diego Hernandez."

"Well, Mr. Hernandez, you better go find your own table before I do tell someone," she told me. She put her glasses back on and resumed her reading.

I was shocked. "You don't know who I am?"

"I do." she replied bluntly.

I stared at her in disbelief. "Shouldn't you be going gaga over me then? I'm a celebrity."

She rolled her eyes. "I just don't find your music very interesting."

"No way." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

She picked up her coffee mug, drained it in one gulp and put some change on the table.

"My name's Francesca, by the way." she added before walking out.

Francesca. She was an interesting girl.