He didn't know how long he was standing there gaping like an idiot, when he was shaken out of his reverie by the tap on his shoulders. He turned to see that it was Mandy, one of crews in charge of crowd control.
"Yes?"
"Five minutes to go?"
"For what?" he asked stupidly.
She gave him a weird look. "The twitter thing?? Remember? You and Gweneth have a fan interaction planned in the afternoon??"
It took his brain a few moments to fetch the necessary information.
"Oh yes. Yes, of course. How could I forget it? Where is my laptop?"
"It's over there." She gestured towards the small table. "Where are you setting it up?"
"Huh?" He looked around, but didn't see the girl anywhere. Where did she go? He made up his mind.
"I will be down at the bar."
Mandy nodded. "Okay. The director is down there as well."
"Hang on. Where is Gweneth?"
"She is on a train right now. She will be visiting her family for two days." She gave him a strange look, surely his co-actor must have informed him, given the fact that the two seemed to be quite close.
"Oh yes. She did tell me." What was wrong with him? Why did he keep on forgetting things?
Without wanting to embarrass himself any further, he started heading towards the bar when the girl called him again.
"And Fie? There are a couple of women out in the front right now, waiting for you. Do you want to do those later?"
He didn't generally mind signing autographs or giving interviews or take selfies, and had in fact, been looking forward to those, but all of a sudden he wanted to be left to his own devices so he could find his dream girl.
Wait, what? His dream girl? What was he thinking? It sounded so mushy and filmy. Oh what the hell, he thought to himself. He was, after all, in the show business. Surely, it's no wonder that his profession would sometimes rub on him, maybe a tiny bit.
Mandy was still waiting for a reply. He shook his head to indicate refusal and went away to the bar to start socializing. Online socializing.
Half an hour of interacting with the avid fans of the book series and his own fans, in which he had to utilize fully all of his wit and typing speed, he was feeling mildly exhausted but flushed with happiness. Gosh, there are countless people following his show and from all over the world. He ordered a Label 5 and slumped in his chair, a little glassy eyed form staring at the laptop screen so hard. When the drink arrived, he sipped it slowly and went back to the moment he had seen the girl.
Little by little he conjured up her image. The more he did that, the more he was amazed by how close she looked like what he had envisioned his soul mate to be during last night's game. She had the perfect eyes, the perfect nose, the oh so perfect! Lips. Even the curve of her chin somehow was able to send him drooling. Her hair had looked so shiny and wavy. A natural one, he was very sure the curls wasn't the result of any careful perming. The glossy locks had a rippling effect that was making me long with running his hands through them.
He was staring quite blankly at the bright colors glinting off the wine bottles and curved glasses, not seeing any of them but her image. The long curve of her throat merging into the full breasts, the slight hint of a cleavage through the fitting blue top flowing snugly on her flat stomach. Her billowing skirt was the same color as her top, a cerulean blue. The exact color of his eyes, he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. Wow, she is definitely my dream. Why else would her dress be of the same shade of his eyes?
Wait, no. he stared harder. She wasn't wearing blue any more, but some kind of black garment was draped on her shoulders. Also, most of her hair was hidden under a cherry red cap, only her bangs peeked through. Why? He thought petulantly. What business did his dream has of dressing in black and covering up her hair? And who was she talking to anyway? He focused at the small bald man beside her. His brows creased? Did he conjure up the frog man as well?