A Prompt

Fear (12)

Entering the Eiffeltower area brought some difficulties. The security check was as strict as with its security checks at the airport and while Shancai wasn't official part of the group she wasn't allowed to enter at first. A longer discussion arised between the managers and the security officials until one of the staff recognized Shancai.

"Oh, aren't you the new Chinese chef of the Saturday's afternoon TV show!" He sputtered and opened the gate to let the crew in. "Ah yeah, would you like to have my autograph or maybe a selfie?" She smiled at the young officer who nodded bashfully and grinned utmost grateful into his mobile phone.

Meanwhile both of the photographers made their equipment ready, the crew prepared for the clothes, the make-up artist refreshed Hu Ytian's make-up. There was much ado and the petite Chinese woman was watching the whole scenery securely from afar. Hu Ytian's eyes followed every single movement of hers and she discretely looked back observing him as well. She sighed from time to time mainly caused by boredom when she strolled hesitating towards the garments. As the photoshoot was for winter fashion a lot of coats hang on next to suits and knitwear. She looked at every piece while her tiny hands were carefully stroking over each fabric. All of a sudden one special coat caught her interest.

A black and white houndstooth blazer-coat with a tweed structure stood out like a neon sign. Assiduously she put the coat of the hanger and tried it on though she knew it was a man's coat which was especially chosen for a tall model. It didn't bother her that this coat was far too big for her tiny shape and she literally let herself get swallowed by its large size.

She closed her eyes. For an instant she saw herself back in the arms of Daoming Si wearing a similar coat back then. A happy intimate moment for just the two of them after leaving the party celebrating his recovery from the severe stabbing. She cuddled herself into the mantle to preserve that precious memory when Hu Yitian suddenly appeared in front of her. Having continually watched her he has noticed the change of her expression in a twitch of an eye. The way she was shrouded in secrecy with that mantle would have been apparent to almost everybody.

"I'm ready for the first takes, just follow me and cheer me up." "W.... wait, please." Shancai was puzzled and began to stutter. Caught in the moment she didn't get out of the garment in time when he grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. Shancai had a lot to do not to fall down when she stumbled some steps behind Hu Ytian on his way to the first take.

"Just stay close to me." Agape she stared at him with eyes wide open. Click, click, click made the cameras. Still wrapped in the houndstooth coat she slowly sneaked out of the scenery. Now she was in front of him and started to play the clown for his distraction. Grimaces here, jumping and dancing there. To her own surprise she began to enjoy this hilarious situation. Click, click, click.

"He's like chocolate in your hands," whispered the photographer flattering her, "since you're here he's much more cooperative thanks to you." "Be careful!" murmured the stylist some minutes later warning her, "I don't want to tag him as womanizer but he's very fast with each woman. His reputation isn't the best since that scandal, you know. No rumours without some truths, you know." Shancai shrugged her shoulders. She didn't know anything about it and she didn't want to know either. She just supported him this afternoon looking incredibly cute in a black'n white oversized houndstooth coat which made a beautiful contrast to her colour-blocking clothes as far as they could have been seen underneath it.

The cameras took a lot of behind-the-scenes until one of photographers acknowledged her photogenic potential. It was a thrilling contrast between these two Chinese people. Hence, he sent this tiny Chinese sparrow intentionally to that tall Chinese actor handing him over this and that for the next take. Unexpectedly she appeared after a while in short distance in front of the camera, smiling and chirping: "Before I forget. Don't dare to sell one single picture of me without my special consent. Therefore, please contact my manager!" She held Ywen's business card in front of the lenses. He smirked: "I see you're already professional." "Well, life taught me some essential things while being part of this media business. You can be so easily involved in a scandal with or without being guilty." The camera man nodded thoughtful and picked the card from her.