She couldn't believe her eyes; the man she had dreamt about for years was relaxing in a massage chair in the quiet Time Zone centre. She reached into her pocket for her phone as she bravely walked over to him "E..ex..excuse me?" she managed to find her words to speak "Are you Christoffer Jessen?"

"May I help you?" A thick American accent came from a man in a plain black suit as he towered over the young woman, his black hair slicked back with black stubble running across his lower jaw.

She looked up at him "I..I..was wondering if he was Christoffer Jessen." She managed to find her words again.

The American man looked down at the man relaxing in the massage chair, the two males nodded at each other before the American man looked at the young woman "He is."

She tried to keep herself calm "Would it be okay if I got a photo with Mr Jessen?"

The two males looked at each other again.

Christoffer Jessen took note of the female; blonde hair just below her shoulders, her nose looked as if it had been broken, she had slight chubbiness to her. His hazel eyes wondered down her clothed body, he took note of the way she was dressed; a pair of legs covered her legs, while a knee length blue pinafore dress showed enough cleavage to keep his mind interested. He took note of her sunburn starting to shade her white skin.

She wasn't sure where to put her gaze, should she looked at the American man or the gorgeous man in the massage chair?

"You may have a photo with me." Christoffer's Danish accent made her feel weak at the knees.

She smiled a little as she opened up her camera on her phone "Would you be able to take the photo for me?" she looked at the American man.

The American man nodded; she handed her phone to him.

She knelt down next to the chair Christoffer was sitting him as the American man stood in front of the two of them "Smile." He spoke as he focused his attention on the phone screen.

Christoffer half-heartedly smiled while she gave the happiest smile she could muster.

"How about you come sit on my lap? The photo will look much nicer." Christoffer suggested.

Her eyes widened "I..Uh..Are..you..sure?" She struggled to find her words; it was his suggestion "I..I..uh..Don't want to make you uncomfortable." She tried not to rush her words. She had fascinated for years on being able to touch the salt and pepper haired male, but she never thought in her wildest dreams that it'd come true.

"It was my suggestion, why would it make me uncomfortable?" Christoffer positioned himself to sit upright in the chair, he reached his hand out to her "May I ask your name?" he seemed polite to her.

She could feel her knees weaken even more, she could feel her heart race with love and her mind fill with lust. She shakily placed her hand in his as she rose to her feet "Juliann."

"What a lovely name." Christoffer helped her sit comfortably on his lap.

Juliann felt his arms wrap around her waist as he rested his head close to her face, she could feel herself shake as she placed her hands over Christoffer's hands. She beamed from ear to ear.

The American man took another photo before reaching her phone back to her.

"Thank you." She spoke to the American man as she fumbled to open her photo gallery, she couldn't believe the photo staring back at her.

Christoffer looked down at the photo and smiled before looking up at her face "Would you like to join me back in my hotel room?" He whispered in her ear.

Her green eyes looked out at the game arcade floor, she tried to scan the floor for her girlfriend. She didn't know how to respond. Juliann wanted to believe that she was dreaming but she wasn't, this was real life. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, his arms around her waist.

"Sorry, I..uh..need to find my girlfriend." She tried to get off his lap, but he wouldn't let go.

"Your girlfriend can come and join us." Christoffer's thick Danish accent filled her ears.

Juliann turned her head; their faces close to each other "But..But...I don't know you." She couldn't believe she had said that, but she had.

"But you would like to, right?" Christoffer ran the back of his hand down her cheek, he noticed her eyes close as she leaned her head towards his hand.

"Yes." She breathed.