Patrick's POV
I was walking from the supermarket to my car which I parked somewhere. I could track the car on my mobile but I knew there were some photographers behind my back following me so it appeared as a good idea to give them a short walk through the car park.
I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my black jeans and unlocked it and as I wasn't paying attention, I accidentaly opened the conversation with Ellen. My God... I stopped walking and read the few messages we wrote. It's been almost a week and I didn't find the courage to write her, neither did she.
I looked up and finally saw my car. I started to pace to it and I heard all the clicking. Fuck.
As I was standing by my trunk and putting there all the stuff, I almost got hit by brand new black SUV. Driven by some woman. Some woman I've known for quite a long time. Since I'm staying in this town, it should be clear that we would meet some day. And the day is today.
I was still standing there, watching her. I heard voices behind my back talking about our secret rendez-vous in a car park.
She got out of the car and looked straight into my eyes. She knew. I didn't smile, I didn't look away, I didn't move. I wasn't able to. I felt mixture of feelings in my stomach, excitement with pain, desire with fear. After all those years of watching every interview she's made, every post on her instagram, I finally saw her, in front of me.
I could see she took a deep breath but then she looked behind my back and I knew. I knew she would freak out and run away. And she did. I closed my eyes and looked down on the ground.
As she was turning away, I could only see how she slightly nodded her head before running away to the supermarket. I knew this would bring a huge scandal, I could already see the headlines... Patrick Dempsey and Ellen Pompeo finally met after 5 years of ignoring...
I wanted to run after her but I couldn't. We haven't spoken for too many years that it would be awkward to just grab her by her elbow and pretend like nothing's happened.
I was standing there till I lost sight of her and then I sat down in my car and drove far away from the reality to my favourite place where I always went with Ellen to forget about the world.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I could picture her standing there with me, my hands around her, me kissing her hair. I felt the fresh breeze across my face and I opened my eyes again. I took a last view of the scenery and headed back to my car.
I didn't even realize that I'd forgotten my mobile in the car. I checked it. And almost died when I saw a message from her.
Glad to see you're still McDreamy ;)
I smiled and felt again the butterflies in my stomach. I immediately replied but I regretted what I'd written the moment I hit send.
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The Interview
Short StoryPatrick is at an interview that will change his life; and not only his. This is my second dempeo story. Sorry for my bad English, I'm not native. :-)