She was an absolute fangirl when it came to him. Everyone knew it. He probably knew it too. She didn’t hide it. She reveled in it. And somehow she had to control herself at this very moment. She needed to present a cool, calm version of herself to him. But how?

“Hey,” he smiled at her. “I know you.”

“Hi,” she smiled back. Gods, she could feel herself smiling much too widely.

“I was hoping I’d see you here,” he said, holding his hands out.

Her hands felt small in his. “You were?”

“I was,” he nodded, his voice dropping just a little. His eyes were intent on hers. “How long has it been?”

“Too long,” she replied. Oh god, was she flirting with him? Could she actually pull this off?

“My fault. So much work and traveling,” he sighed. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. She felt great. Especially with the way he was looking at her. Was she dreaming?

He pulled her just a little closer. Close enough for the other fangirls to glare at her.

“After this, can we get together?” He said softly.

“Of course.”