Benjamin Walker!?

My eyes widened and my mouth formed an 'o' before he clapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me to a little alley sandwhiched between the bakery and bookstore.

"Not a word," he cautioned. I nodded and he released his hand.

"Benjamin Walker? What are you doing here?" I asked. He glanced around. 

"Shopping, duh. Listen, I'm really sorry for crashing into you. I just thought I heard somebody rapping like Ekh, and I thought, hey, that person's quite talented. I followed your voice, and then I just kept my head down in case someone recognised me and fangirled over me. I'm really sorry," he apologised and I just stared at him.

I don't meet my fave celebrity everyday, but if he said that... Ekh was Hitchhiker's rapper, so if I could rap as well as Ekh could... wow.

Benjamin was watching me carefully. I frowned.

"Why're you looking at me like that?"

Ben(wow, am I feeling that chummy?) flushed deep red. "Nothing. I just wanted to see if you'd, you know, fangirl over me."

I rolled my eyes. "No. What I would ask for is an autograph and a selfie to prove to myself that I'm not dreaming, that I really met you."

Benjamin laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that made you feel almost at home with him.

"Fine. Where'd you want me to autograph?" he asked.

Since, I was wearing a plain blue blouse, I grabbed my permanent marker out and took my jacket off. 

"Back of my shirt." 

For some reason, Benjamin blushed a deeper red and asked, "Really?"

"Duh. What, it's not like you've never autographed someone's shirt. Yeah?"

Benjamin nodded and grabbed the marker and uncapped it.

He quickly traced his signature on my blouse and I felt shivers up my spine.

"There. Done. Your phone?"

I handed it over.

He turned on the selfie mode. "Say cheese!" he said cheerily.

He snapped the selfie and handed my phone back.

"Don't post it on social media platforms, okay? My manager would be mad at me."

"For what?" I inquired.

"Spending time with a normal girl like you." He shrugged and with that, he strode off, not looking back. I didn't know whether to take those words as an insult or compliment.

I started back home again, this time with my jacket covering his autograph, wishing that he would take those words back, and tell me if being normal was uncool.