*Laura*
I sit at the table across from Zac, watching him as he is talking animatedly. He is telling me about some kids he met when travelling with operation smile, an organisation he works with. I like watching him talk, his hands are moving a lot, almost drawing pictures in the air between us. He is totally caught up in his own story.

He has taken me to a small rather exclusive but not pretentious restaurant. Proving so far to be even more of a gentleman than his reputation suggests. On top of that he is just the sweetest guy ever and he is  great talking to. Both an expert when telling, but so very engaged when listening.

"If I weren't an actor, I would like to do more things like that. Help were it really matters, especially with the kids". He says with one of those small warm smiles.. those are the ones I like the most of the enormous range of smiles Zac has.

I nod. "Working with children is just something special. That is why I volunteer at the childrens ward in my spare time. You just get so much back from kids".

"Totally, they love much more unconditionally, they don't care how you look if you are just good to them". He says. His eyes are sparkling. "And they don't care about fame and fortune".

I can't help feeling a sadness there. Maybe he has a hard time trusting people's intentions. "Luckily some adults don't care either".

"I know, and I know quite a few. I mean I feel so spoiled complaining, but meeting new people, especially women can be such a hassle. Trying to figure out what their intentions are". He says with a soft sigh.

I reach over the table to squeeze his hand. "You are not spoiled Zac. I totally understand and I hope you know that I only said yes because of who you are, not what you are".

"I know Laura and I am so very happy you finally said yes". He says, looking down at his hands, swallowing, then looking up again, his eyes meeting mine. His beautiful eyes is a mystery to me, they seem to harbour so much happiness and so much sadness at the same time, and I have a feeling this puzzle is unknowingly what attracts women to him. Well beside the obvious things like him being so handsome it almost hurts to look at him and the sex appeal spilling over in everything he does, which he doesn't even seem aware of.

I suddenly realise that he has asked me something while I was admiring all the perfect angles of his face. "Uhh sorry, I kind of spaced out".

"I asked if you would let me take you out again ?" He looks at me, biting his lip in a way that gives me so many naughty ideas I almost moan. But I also realise that possibly every woman in the room is looking at him with longing glances.

This is what it will be like dating Zac. Everywhere we would go women will look at him like this. And they will wonder what he is doing with someone like me.. someone boring and insignificant. "It has really been a great evening Zac and I like you a lot. But I am not sure if it is a good idea".

"Did I do something wrong ?" He asks, looking much more upset than I expected. I look around and he sence what is wrong. "Let me pay and we can talk somewhere more quiet and private".

He makes a small wave for the waitress to come over and she is there in a flash. "Yes Mr Levi, what can I do for you sir".

"Please say Zac, darling and we would like the cheque please". He says smiling friendly at her, making her giggle and promise him to get back with it right away.

After he has paid including a hefty tip. He helps me into my jacket and offers me his arm, leading me outside. "So we could go for an evening stroll or do you prefer inside ?"

I spot some younger girls snapping photos with their phones. "You know what Zac, I am a bit tired... Could we go back to my place. And don't think I have any hidden agenda, I just want us to be able to relax".

"Sure, no problem at all. Maybe a nice cup of tea and a talk". He says leading me to the car and opening the passenger door.

He jogs around the car and I watch him. Those legs look a mile long in black dress slacks, paired with those horrid converse shoes he seems to love. He is wearing a dark blue button up that makes his eyes seem more brown and a new black coat to withstand the cold.

*Zac*
I get into the car, sending her a smile as I start the engine. I saw the girls snapping pictures too. Unfortunately that is part of being famous and mostly I ignore it. But I totally understand that she feel it is intruding.

We get to her apartment and it fits her perfectly, warm and inviting with a lot of books on old ornate shelves. "I love this place, it seems so you".

"Oh thank you". She says blushing slightly, moving towards the kitchen. "Just make yourself at home, I will just go fix us some tea".

I kick of my shoes by the door and sit down on go to look at her books. It is a perfect mix of classic books, new bestsellers and interesting non-fiction. I take down a random book that looks well read, and open it to see it has little notes scribbled in the margin. It makes me smile reading her thoughts, sometimes it is just a note saying that this passage is beautifully written or something like that. But it gives me a glimpse into who she is.

"The tea is.. oh don't read that it is just my scattered thoughts". She says hurrying to put down the tray and come take they book from me, putting it back.

I can't help reaching up to run a finger along her jaw, seeing her catch her breath. "I kind of liked getting a glimpse into your thoughts".

"My thoughts isn't really anything special. I guess they are a lot like the rest of me.. Quite ordinary". She say, looking down at her feet as she is shuffling them.

I slide my finger down under her chin, gently tipping it up, so she has to look at me. "I find your thoughts anything but ordinary and I find you anything but ordinary. I find every part of you immensely intriguing".

"Zac.. I .. we.. What is it you expect from me ?" She stutters, looking like she don't know what to do. Her body seems to gravitate towards me, but her eyes look like she wants to run away.

I weight my words carefully, feeling this is an important crossroad for us. "I don't expect anything from you Laura. But I would really like to get to know you better. To try and make us work".

"But why ? I mean I am not famous or beautiful or anything special. I am just little old me". She bites her lip softly.

I take her hands in mine. "Laura, if you. Could just see you as I see you.. but most of all, I find you interesting to talk to and I love that you see me, you want to know me and not Zachary Levi the actor".

"Of course it is you I am interested in. I mean your work is interesting, but it doesn't define you as a person". She says softly, reaching up to cup my cheek and I lean into her touch.

Suddenly she pulls away her hand and I almost whimper in disappointment, feeling the emptiness of her missing touch. "The tea is getting cold".

"Yeah we better drink it". I say and we go sit on the couch. Soon we are very deep in a conversation about education and how important it is to get it back and working in countries destroyed by war. I love listening to her, she is so passionate.

After about an hour my phone rings, it is my publicist Mike and I excuse myself picking it up. "Yeah Mike what is it ? I am kind of in the middle of something".

"You are on a date I see. Is it serious ? Do I need to send out something to disclaim it ? You are aware that you are trending on twitter as we speak". He says all business like.

I breathe in deeply, rubbing my neck. "Yes I am on a date. I am allowed a life for christ sake. A little early to tell, it's our first date".

"You need to give me a heads up Zac". He grumples. "I do not need to wake up to this.. it is one fan with a phone and well you are breaking news".

"Sorry Mike... just play it down a bit if you feel it is needed". I say with a sigh, looking at Laura, who is looking the other way, pretending not to listen. "I will go now".

"So this women, who is she and should I expect to see more of her ?" He asks. I know it is his job, but for God's sake I am a human, I have to be allowed some kind of life.

I bite my lip and rub my neck. "Not now Mike. I will call you when I get home okay ? But yes I truly hope you will if this hasn't ruined everything. Talk to you later". I end the call.

"Trouble ?" She asks me, as I turn my attention back on her. Honestly I love my fans and my life, but I wish I could be private just once in a while without having to hide.

I decide I rather be honest with her. If we are to be together she will need to get used to this. "Not to bad. Apparently someone put pictures of us online. It was my publicist Mike wanting to know how to handle it".

"See Zac, this is what scares me. I am not sure I can handle things like this". She puts her cup on the table. "The attention, the hate from your fans that don't find me good enough".

Reaching to take her hand I for once struggle to find the right words. "I wish I could say you didn't have to worry about those things, but unfortunately those things is part of being with me. Please.. please don't punish me for something I can't control".

"I am not punishing you Zac". She says squeezing my hand. "It is just a lot to take in. It would probably turn my life upside down, I don't know if I am ready for it".

"It sure feels like being punished". I am unprepared for the rush of emotions and the twinge in my chest. And suddenly the tears just spills. I mean it's not like I am embarrassed to show feelings, but crying on a first date, well a bit bad.

I pull my hand from her grasp, trying to hide the tears. I mean I get her, it is a lot to deal with, even for me and I choose this life. She looks at me. "Zac !? What.. are you crying ?"

"No I.. yeah, sorry". I don't want her to feel bad, so I desperately dry the tears away. She takes my hands and removes them, running her thumb over my cheek, collecting the tears. "It's just, a lot of women they want the fame and they don't see me.. and when I finally find someone who sees me.. fame makes her run for the hills".

She moves closer, winding her arms around me and I desperately cling to her, burrowing my face in her hair. "Oh I am so sorry to hear that Zac. I didn't mean to make you upset. I.. I totally forgot how it must be for you".

"It isn't your responsibility". I sniffle into her hair, scared I will get tears and snot on her. "And sorry, this is utterly mortifying. Sitting her bawling my eyes out on our first date.. well only date".

I suddenly feel her soft lips on my temple, and when I lift my face to look at her, she kisses away the tears. Her eyes going to my lips and then her lips follow and it is like that for a second everything is right in the world.

My hands goes to gently hold her head, like I am afraid she might change her mind and pull away. She tastes like vanilla and honey. Her hands holding onto me, like she is just as afraid that I will disappear.

Her lips is so soft and warm, my tongue slipping out, tasting them. She lets out a breathless moan and my tongue dip inside, being welcomed by hers.

When we finally break apart I am totally breathless and rests my forehead against hers. "So does this mean I can convince you to go on a second date with me ?"