Emma snug in through a side door to watch the panel and check that everything was working out with the volunteers. Zac's dad Darrell was standing right inside de door.
"Hi Emma, I was wondering where you were". He send her a friendly smile and Emma was wondering whether he or the others had known.

She smiled back and stood next to him. "Well there were something I needed to sort out".

She looked at the stage, Zac was answering a question. He was filled with nervous energy and constantly taking his cap of and on, running his hand through his hair messing it up.

Emma didn't know what to do, she was actually a bit cross with him, he had lied to her and she had no idea how much was for really why he had done it.

But she also understood why he hadn't just told her who he was. She was sure he had wanted her to know him and not just be interested in what he was.

What she didn't get at all was why he had written her in the first place ? She was just an ordinary girl from Denmark. And why he hadn't told the truth right away two days ago.

Emma looked at stage again. He had the audience eating out of his hand and she knew there probably were quite a lot of women in the room, who would love for him to kiss them like he had just kissed her.

He mentioned his father and pointed to him. His eyes caught Emma's across the room and he stopped in the middle of a sentence, lighting up in one of those smiles that she thought could make flowers bloom.

People started to turn in their seats to see what or whom he was looking at and Emma tried desperately to make him continue. He cleared his throat and started talking again and Emma breathed more easily.

"Well it was wasn't his old father that made him go silent, don't think that ever happened before". Darrell winked at her and she felt herself blush.

When the panel were almost done Emma snug out and behind the stage. She was waiting for him in the now lighted back room.

She was standing with her arms crossed, glaring at him sternly when he walked out. He stopped in his track and for a short moment he looked like he wanted to turn and run, the he sighed and walked over to her.

"You and me right now, we need to talk Zac". Her voice sounded a bit more angry than she wanted it to, as she tried to mask her uncertainty.

He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "Come this way, might be better if we are alone".

She didn't really feel like making a scene in front of a lot of people and risk something getting out, maybe ending in the tabloids or on the net, so she followed him.

He opened a door to a smaller room, which had been turned into an office. David was sitting at a computer writing something. "Hey David, could we just borrow the office for a minute ?"

"Sure Zac". David got up, sending Zac a questioning look. Zac nodded and David hurried out, closing the door after him.

Zac turned to face her, leaning against the table, his hands moving nervously around, fiddling with everything within reach. "Okay then, let's talk".

"Why Zac ? Why pretend to be someone else ? Why did you write me ? And why didn't you tell me Tuesday ? And why did you ask me to come Tuesday as the only one ?" The questions just tumbled out.

He sighed. "Well to start from one end. I don't know why, it is not something I usually do, writing strangers, but I saw your pictures and read the things you wrote and I just felt like I needed to get to know you".

"Oh". She felt the heat rise into her cheeks, and she didn't know what else to say to that.

Zac shrugged. "I couldn't just present myself, usually that makes people not be themselves, and it makes it damn hard to get to know people".

"That part I kind of get, it can't be easy when people know you or think that they do". She smiled with understanding.

"I asked you to come Tuesday from purely selfish reasons. I couldn't wait to meet you, but I was afraid you would be angry with me, maybe even hate me, when you found out the truth, so I procrastinated. I am sorry about that". He looked at her, to see her reaction.

She bit her lip and then asked. "What now the Zac ? Where are we ? What do you expect from me ?"

"My feelings are no different. I am still the same as when you thought I was Charlie, my name is the only lie. I really like you Emma and I would like very much to get to know you for real". He straightened to his full height.

She didn't knew what she was feeling right now. "Zac you need to give me some time okay ? I have to get used to this".

"It is okay Emma, take the time you need". He put his hand on her arm, sending her a small smile, but they both knew their time were limited.