You sat down, your hands shaking as you took the napkin and placed it in your lap. Glancing up, you saw Misha's azure eyes taking you in, and you swiveled in your seat, a little self conscious under his gaze.

"Well, I have to admit, Y/N, you aren't quite what I was expecting." He finally said, taking a sip of his water.

"What so you mean?" You asked, but by then the waiter came over, asking for your wine selection.

"Your preference?" He asked.

Biting your lip nervously, you shrugged. "Why don't you pick?" You answered, and he did, saying something in french that you didn't understand. After the waiter had left, he turned his attention back to you.

"So, where were we? Oh yes, I remember. I was saying you weren't what I expected. It's one thing seeing your videos, but another seeing you in person. You are absolutely stunning." He told you, and you blushed at the compliment.

"Thank you." You answered. "And once again, I'm sorry about copying your idea. I had no idea." You apologized.

"Don't apologize. I know I came off as harsh at the beginning. I should be the one apologizing." He told you, before the waiter came back with your wine. You ordered, one of the few things you figured you could pronounce without sounding like a fool. Misha ordered something that sounded much more fancy.

Once you were alone again, Misha turned his gaze back on you. "So tell me, how did you come up with the video idea?"

"Well, it wasn't from your video, I promise you. I just had been thinking about it for a while. I baby sit these two adorable kids, and I wanted to start putting videos on Youtube, so it seemed like the perfect combination." You told him.

"Well, you've done a great job so far. Those kids really love you, and have so much fun with it. I think you need to keep it up." He told you, and you blushed under his compliment.

"Thanks, but I guess we will have to see. I'm mainly baby sitting through the summer." You replied.

Misha opened his mouth to answer, but before he could do so, the waiter was back, this time with your food. Waiting for him to place it in front of you, the both of you were quiet. Once he was gone, you picked up your fork, but Misha's voice stopped you from doing anything else. "So, what do you the rest of the year?" 

"I was going to college. But I just graduated, so now I'm not sure." You answered, before taking a bite of the chicken you had ordered. It was tender and juicy, and you almost moaned at how well it tasted.

"College? What did you get your degree in?" He asked you, before taking a bite of his pasta dish.

"Well, I actually got my degree in early childhood, but I also minored in media." You told him.

He nodded, and he truly seemed interested in what you were saying. You couldn't believe that this wonderful man, a celebrity, was interested in your life. It was mind boggling. "So, what do you want to do now?"

You shrugged. "I'm not really sure yet. I mean, I have those degrees. It sounded good when I first started. But now, I have no idea. And here I am, doing all the talking. I don't want to bore you." You told him.

He waved his hand, waving away your last statement. "I don't think anything you do can bore me. And I'm the one asking the questions. I want to know you, know more about you and the type of person you are." 

You blushed again, tilting your head. "But why? Why do you want to get to know me? Why did you even want to have dinner with me?"

He dropped his fork, and leaned over, taking your hand in his. "Because the minute I watched your video, I was fascinated. Of course the video was amazing, but it was you that had me fascinated. The way you would watch the children, with a light in your eyes. The way you would tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, while listening to them talk. How patient and sweet you seemed. I had to meet you, see if you were really like that in person."

You were staring up at him now, your mouth open in complete and utter shock. You couldn't believe what was coming out of Misha's mouth. 

"Y/N, are you going to say something?" He asked, biting his lip nervously.

"And, now that we've met, and have had dinner together. Now what?" You had to ask.

He squeezed your hand. "Now, you made me realize you are all of that. And more. You are a sweet, and beautiful woman. A woman who doesn't think that way of herself, who blushes at the slightest compliment. You have taken the woman on the video, and completely blown her away. You are even more amazing."

"Misha, I..." You started, but he stopped you.

"I know I'm probably coming off a little strong, but I couldn't help myself. My wife Vicki passed away two years ago, and I've never felt anything for another person, until I saw you in that video. And that's why I wanted to meet with you."

"This is all so fast." You told him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so used to be straightforward that I forget it can be upsetting to other people. But I just had to see you in person, and see that maybe, hopefully, you felt something too."

You were blown away, your mind had stopped functioning the minute he had said he was fascinated by you. "I'm not sure. I mean I like you, but I hardly know you. And I'm not very good with these relationship things."

He smiled, before letting go of your hand. "Well, lets work on the during dinner shall we?" 

You nodded, taking another bite. The rest of the dinner was spent talking back and forth, where he told you hilarious tales of his children, and antics at his workplace.

"Wait, I never asked. Have you watched Supernatural? Did you even know who I was before this?" He asked you, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I'm a pretty big fan of Supernatural, and I love your character. That's why I was extra surprised when you contacted me." You answered.

"Well, so now I know the real reason you're here. It's just because you want me for my trench coat." He teased, earning a giggle from you.

"Well, it certainly helped. But sitting here, I have to say, there is so much more to you than just an actor. And it's pretty overwhelming." You admitted.