Under The Spotlight

2. This is the exact opposite of what I shouldn't do

          Biting my nails was one of my mannerisms I couldn't stop. It usually happens when I'm nervous or being attacked by anxiety, at least that's what my shrink says. Samuel Ryder, one of the leading actor in the movie, was drinking the coffee he got from Starbucks, where I just so happened to be graced with his presence a while ago.

"I mean, he probably won't recognize me. I have a common face," I muttered to myself, except for my freaking hair.

My hair, you could say, is horrifyingly unique. I straighten it for sure, but whenever I didn't have time, I tie it with my hair tie which I just so happen forgot today because for the first time ever, I was late. Whenever I'm stressed, it becomes frizzy, and I always forget to wash my hair because of Thalia's hectic schedule.

Right now, I stuck out like a sore thumb because of my curly and frizzy brunette hair. My eyes suddenly locked into Samuel's, making me gulp nervously.

I'm sure he doesn't recognize me. I unconsciously straighten my eyeglasses but was dismayed when I realized I didn't get to wear it because of me being late. So that's why some letters on the posters outside was blurry.

He all of a sudden walked towards me.

I'm sure he won't think it's me.

Ten seconds before he reached me.

I'm really sure.

Seven seconds.

I'm sure..?

Three.

Right?

And one.

"Starbucks girl," he grinned as he looked me over.

Never mind then.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that sir," I said, feigning ignorance as I looked at the ceiling.

What a nice ceiling.

"Really? I'm pretty sure that was you," he said, crossing his arms and slowly walking closer, making me automatically back up.

Suddenly, Thalia's voice echoed, "Oi, Selena, where's my drink?" She shouted, surprising me and making me look at my watch.

"I-I'm about to get it!" I said as I ran, grabbing my heavy tote bag and heading to Starbucks, putting my scrambled thoughts aside.

Thank god Thalia was there.

I was walking along the streets when I realized that someone was following behind me. Turning around, I saw Samuel immediately stopping when my eyes panickily looked at him.

"What are you doing outside?" I asked, looking around us to make sure there weren't any paparazzi.

I'm pretty sure you get the gist of why I'm looking out; I wouldn't want my face plastered all over the tabloids as I read ridiculous headlines. Maintaining my distance, I stared at his face as he smirked, "What's wrong, Curly?" He chuckled and stepped forward, making me step back.

"I got to go," I said with an apologetic look and turned around, heading to Starbucks.

"Let me come with you," he walked by my side.

This is the part where my frustration starts to build, but me being a wonderful and patient person, I held it in while walking. Finally reaching the café, Michael smiled upon seeing me and nodded with a look that says, 'I see that your boss is having a fit, don't worry I got your back,' making me sigh in relief.

"Is he your boyfriend Curly?" A voice said behind me, making me completely forget I was being accompanied by an actor without any disguise. Ignoring the curious gazes from the customers that is looming towards Samuel I automatically snorted,