Crush On Iwan

He let out his hand to help me up. I grab it and stand up but he doesn't let go. I must be dreaming.
"Is this okay?" His accent rolled off his tongue into a whisper in my ear. I took a deep breathe before leaning against his arm then whispering back, "this" looking at our intertwined fingers, "is perfect." I breathed in his sent before walking calmly to his house.
Danielle was a normal west end girl. She stuck to west end. Her life was rehearsal, show, sleep. Till Iwan came.
Iwan was west end. Everyone knew him. He had a fan club. He made it in a movie. His life was perfect. Even better with Danielle in it.