SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC
#29 celebrity/fan au
Sorry I took so long. I had so much going on…
I Remember You
The outside café has
never been more enchanting…
Sipping at the glass of
water, he watches her from his seat at his table. She looks oddly familiar, but
that isn’t quite possible. Because he hears her accent from the distance
separating their tables.
Her waiter catches her attention
as he passes by.
“Excuse me. Sir?”
She is American. The
picture of what American beauty is supposed to be like: pretty and blonde and
petite. Behind those sunglasses, (his gaze turns up towards the cloudy London
afternoon and he smiles) he is sure that there are blue eyes that he is been
less than privy to. Except…
Blue eyes do not go
along with the vague memory. A memory that makes no sense anyway. An American?
He doesn’t know any Americans personally. So…
He doesn’t hear what
the waiter says in return.
Killian sees as her
phone is pulled out from her handbag. He sees how they both lean into each
other as they consult the contents.
The glasses stay on.
The blonde hair falls over her shoulder.
She is beautiful.
Why is she also
The waiter dismisses
himself, finally, with a short bow. She is left to continue her quiet search
over her phone.
Killian leans back in
his seat, reaching inside his pocket for his wallet. He is done with lunch. The
view is… quite a sight, but….
The bills fall to the
table, a generous tip included.
He stops short of
standing, because she is looking up. She is gathering her own belongings.
Why is there such a draw
to her, this American beauty?
Killian watches as she
stands up. She is dressed beautifully in the cream-colored knee-length dress.
She pushes her sunglasses over the bridge of her nose. She bends just slightly
over the table so that she can clutch the purse in one hand and the phone in
And then she begins to