He was smiling. He had a very handsome face. The one that makes you want to remember over and over again and wouldn't let you sleep at night. He wore a simple blue jeans and a grey T-shirt that had a guitar printed on it. I was putting together all the energy within me to keep breathing and to manage not to faint.

As I walked nearer I saw his perfectly tall structure and his messy hair. Probably due to the helmet I thought. Wait car right? Probably due to the wind.

I stood in front of him now and he was still smiling. His French beard looked like as if it came into existence just for him. He looked so perfectly handsome.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me? I know my hair looks funny."
Oh God! I did not realise I am staring at him. Awkward moment.

"Sorry. I was just making sure it's you. I have to give you the cheque right?" My poor mind could only come up with this lame excuse. How I wish earth could swallow me right now!

"Okay" he said and laughed. I handed over the cheque to him, he thanked me. I was ready to leave. Well not really, I at least pretended to.

"Want some coffee?" I really did not expect him to ask me for a coffee.

"I feel terrible to say no. But sorry I don't drink coffee." I felt so low all of a sudden. Crap.

"No problem. I can settle for a good fresh orange juice too" he was being so nice to me. I thought he'd be all 'I am a freaking famous personality. Respect me' kind of a person. But he was just the opposite.

We drank juice and spoke of how Shah Rukh Khan won't get aged. He also told me he's a part of a very famous band. And invited me for the band's next performance. We left about an hour later.

Before I fell asleep that night I wondered how can someone be so perfect and handsome and talented and so down to earth all at the same time?! Oh Rahul!!!!