Wherever You Are....

Getting to Know You

             It was a strange thing. I stared at a horrific scratch down the side of my car and felt content. I was.... almost delighted. In what world is one delighted to have a giant scratch down the car that they're leasing? I stood there and smiled at the scratch. Lucas Henson damaged MY car. How lucky was I?! He took note of my bizarre behavior pretty quickly. "You're smiling. You're happy that I scratched your car?" he said, clearly confused, as any normal person would be. I chuckled. "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be too happy about this. Lucas Henson scratching your car is definitely not a normal circumstance", I said with a smile. "Ah. So you do know who I am. I figured when your cheeks flushed just from making eye contact with me", he said. I internally screamed. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Yeah I may be a fan I guess", I said. Thank god he didn't know about that shrine to him in my room. He would have been running for the hills. He stood, just observing me, with those angel eyes I spoke about earlier. Finally he said, "I just feel so awful about the scratch. Let me take you to breakfast and we can discuss it. Unless you have plans with your boyfriend? I noticed you have two coffees." Under normal circumstances, I would NEVER bail on Naomi, BUT we already established these are absolutely not normal circumstances, and she'll have to understand. She, more than anyone, knows that a breakfast with him is like my dream come true. "Oh I was just gonna see my friend, but I can meet up with her another time.", I said. His face lit up, which warmed my heart more than words can describe. "Perfect!", he said. "Hop in my car I know a great place." He then pointed to his car. It was a beautiful car. Never in my life did I think I would be sitting shotgun in a Ferrari convertible, let alone with Lucas Henson. I got in and we began driving. 

                "So first things first" he said. "I know you know my name, but what's yours?", he asked, with a smile. "Alexis Peters", I replied. "I love that name", he said, grinning from ear to ear. Then he turned on the radio and just started singing. I pictured him a little bit more punk rock, so I was a little surprised when he turned on Justin Bieber and started singing that. I'm definitely not complaining, it just wasn't what I expected. I had to text Naomi immediately. I knew she wouldn't believe me, but she'd have to take my word. "Heyyyy" I said, cutely because she will definitely be mad. "So you're never going to believe this but Lucas Henson hit my car and he's taking me to breakfast so I need a rain check for today. I'm sorry girlie <3". She read the text almost immediately, but didn't respond for a few minutes. She finally texted back and told me if I didn't wanna hang with her to come up with a better excuse. I understand why she didn't believe me. I wouldn't believe me either. Things like this don't just happen to people. I turned to Lucas. "Hey, so I know this is like a very annoying thing to ask, but my friend thinks I'm blowing her off, so would you mind if we just took a quick picture together at the next red light?" He chuckled. "Yeah that's cool" he said. " I wouldn't believe you either. This is kinda outta the norm for me". I slowly started to get more comfortable with him. Comfortable is good. No one wants to date an infatuated fan girl. "Oh can't relate" I said jokingly, "celebrities come and hit my car and take me to meals all the time!". He laughed. We took the picture, and I sent it to Naomi. I was actually very happy she questioned it because I so desperately wanted a picture of us together. That text she answered instantaneously. She obviously freaked out and mandated me to a call as soon as I got home. 

                We finally parked and got out. He took me to a really cute pancake house about 20 minutes from the coffee shop. I had never eaten there before, but I was willing to go eat breakfast at the gas station if it meant I got to eat with him. We walked in and immediately got seated. We sat down and I picked up a menu. I looked for about 12 seconds before he closed it. "Trust me, and I'll get you the best meal you've ever eaten in your life", he said with a smirk. Of course I trusted him. I really shouldn't have. He was a stranger to me after all, but it just didn't feel like that. I knew everything about him. From his shoe size, to who his family members were, to his favorite sports teams. He didn't need to know that, but I kinda knew him better than he would have guessed. "Okay I trust you. But that's a bold statement to make. I've eaten a lot of great meals in my life, so now I'm expecting to get blown away", I said.

                 The waitress came over and he asked for 2 orders of "the usual". I had no idea he was in the area so frequently that he could even have "a usual". She came over with 2 cups of hot cocoa with whipped cream. I could have married him right on the spot. You can tell a lot about a person based on what they order in a restaurant. Coffee at a restaurant conveys formality and maturity. Now, I know what you're thinking: "Um, Alexis, you were just getting cups of coffee before you got here!!". There's a big difference between a cup of old coffee at a restaurant, and an iced caramel latte from a cafe, and you know it as well as I do. There's a childlike innocence in getting a hot cocoa with whipped cream. Not so much a lack of maturity, but more of a playful, loving, innocence. 

                   "Now, down to business" he said. "Off the top of your head, give me three fun facts about you, and then I'll do the same". I don't know that there's any fun fact he could tell me that I didn't already know, but I went along with it anyway. "Well...." I said. I'm not very good at coming up with interesting facts. I'm a pretty average person. I have a job in advertising in San Francisco, I like to draw and play music, and I'm a huge TV watcher. You know that boyfriend you mentioned earlier? It's Netflix". He laughed. "Well, I'm a little upset to hear that Netflix is cheating on me" he said laughing. "Okay, three facts about me.... Obviously you know the basics like that I'm in a band and stuff, so I gotta think of something juicy." He thought about it for a second. "Okay well, believe it or not, I actually really like to read. It's not something I advertise because rock star and book worm aren't really words that go together." I actually didn't know that about him.  "Next, is that I actually love to draw too. It's something to keep me busy on the tour bus. The drinking gets old real quick. Final fun fact, I think you're very cute". I nearly choked on my hot cocoa. I didn't even know what to say. "Oh thanks", I said, once again trying to contain my pure excitement. "Can I add a fourth fun fact and say I think you're pretty cute too?". "Yeah... I guess I can make an exception", he said. 

              We talked for about 10 minutes before the food came out. We actually hit it off pretty well. We talked about some of the shows we watched, and we discussed the book he was reading. He was reading "Brave New World", which I remembered enough about from high school to have a pretty engaging conversation with him. He really surprised me. He was an intellectual and also a child at the same time. He has the kind of personality I've always considered myself to have. I have to admit that the food he ordered me was really really good. It consisted of 3 fluffy funfetti pancakes, scrambled eggs, 2 strips of bacon, and breakfast potatoes. It was another indication of childlike innocence. This was a breakfast I would order as a child. Nonetheless, it really was good. We continued our discussion through breakfast, but it too quickly came to an end. He asked the waitress for a pen, jotted down something on a napkin, folded it, and it handed it to me. "Here's the insurance information for the car", he said. I totally forgot about my car. We got the check, and got back into his car. 

                  We talked the entire time on the way back to the coffee shop. He was a better conversationalist than I would have imagined. We pulled back up to the parking lot, and I thanked him for the wonderful breakfast. "Did I deliver? Was it the best food you've had in your life?", he asked. "Well, it was pretty damn close", I replied. I smiled, waved, and began walking to my car, beyond sad that the best day of my life was over. As I got closer to the car, someone behind me beeped their horn. I turned around and it was him. He laughed seeing that he really startled me. "I just wanted to let you know that my guy handled the car while we were at breakfast. The napkin has my phone number on it. Give me a call.", he said. My stomach filled with butterflies. I nearly threw up. Lucas Henson. Wanted me. ME. To give him a call. "Yeah, I'll do that", I said, trying to play it cool once again. He drove off, and I got into my car, and did the same.