The International Lover

The Canadian Model

I went inside the hotel and saw Annabeth Gagne, who was being followed by paparazzies and professional interviewers while her guards were blocking their paths towards her, protecting her from them needless to say. When they were gone, I went to the front desk to get a hotel room.
Later that night, I could not sleep because the memories from London and Sydney were still flooding my mind. I walked around the block and saw a figure, who was wearing a brown hat and a brown hood, standing at my way. We were at great distance from each other, but we could easily see each other under the lights of the lamp streets.

"Wait, you probably have started to misunderstand me!", it exclaimed.

I did not care what it meant by "I misunderstood it", but I ran from the figure, which started to chase me. The figure was a fast runner because while I was running, I looked back, and the figure crashed me onto the ground. Fortunately, neither of us got hurt.

"Please, don't kill me!", I exclaimed.

"I won't", the figure removed her hat.

"Annabeth Gagne!", I exclaimed again.

"I saw you at the hotel earlier", she replied. "Speaking of it, why are you not there?"

"I cannot sleep, so I decided to walk around", I answered. "How about you?"

"Evenings are only my free time", Annabeth answered. "Days are filled by me chasing by paparazzies and running from them, so I decided to have evenings for my own as a regular person", she studied me. "You don't understand because you're not famous like me"

"I am actually famous but different kind", I told her about my profession in Philippines, but I did not tell her my mission especially she had a high profile, which could lead us to scandal.

"Well, you don't need to run from cameras, do you?", Annabeth asked.

"No", I answered.

"There is the part of 'you don't understand'", she suddenly lost control of her balance.

"What happened?"

"I think my vertigo exploded", she answered, so I assisted her to my hotel room.

She slept for 1 hour, and it was actually 10:30 p.m when she woke.

"Are you okay?", I asked.

"Yes, for now, my vertigo is gone", Annabeth answered.

We had an exciting conversation; moreover, I spent the entire night with a famous Canadian model; however, I never saw her as a famous person because she never needed to be a famous person, so I could be in love with her. I mean I was looking for love but not for fame. Besides,  Idalene and Mila were not famous like her, but I fell in love with them even Idalene revealed she was going to be married while Mila decided to be a nun. Meanwhile, Annabeth and I slept together throughout the night.