Whenever she had looked back at that day, she had decided that it was the most magical days of her life, as magical as the night before. They had played tourist till dusk, visiting the Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum, the Mackintosh House, the Necropolis all the time keeping up a constant narrative of the places, their history, their uniqueness. He seemed very knowledgeable about all the sites. She wondered if he was a history buff. He laughed at it.
"No, no. A couple of years back I did an advertisement for the Tourism department. I got to learn all these then and a various other places I didn't know existed. I found the project very interested and somehow I remembered everything." He explained.
He took her to his old school, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. And then at nightfall they had dined at a small restaurant in the West End which served Italian cuisine. She found out that he loved pizza. All through the day they had swapped their childhood stories, about their lives and a little bit about their work. She had found out that he had an amazing sense of humor and that once he got started, it was impossible to stop him chattering.
He had been talking nonstop since morning. He didn't remember the last time he had chattered continuously like this. The only time he was stuck dumb was when she had appeared in front of him dressed in a soft lilac short dress. It was in an utterly feminine style with big flowers serving as straps. The soft material of the dress had molded her shapely figure perfectly and the color had complemented had complexion wonderfully. Her hair, this morning was fluttering lose in the breeze and fell straight to her waist and the matching blackness of her eyes lent her a mysterious and cute look, and absolutely ravishing.
He was conscious of the interested and curious glances they were receiving, but didn't pay any attention to them. After all, if he had anything to say about it, which he did, everyone was going to very soon get accustomed to seeing them together, for he never planned to let her go. But of course, he needed to do something about that pretty soon or she will be out of here in another three days.
He broached the subject while driving her back to her hotel after dinner.
"Idril, I was thinking, as you will be leaving in two days, would you mind giving me your tomorrow as well? We can go for a picnic. There's a beautiful place with great scenery not far from here. Loch Lomond. You can buy souvenirs from the shops there and the small cafes there are really nice. What do you think?"
He waited with some trepidation. He knew for sure that she really liked his company and wanted to be with him but still he had sensed some little signs of withdrawal during the day. They had roamed the city hand in hand, playing the tourist, happy to be just with each other. He hadn't even cared who saw them or thought what. All he had eyes for was Idril.
Damn it! He is too old to be feeling nervous. He scolded himself. He wasn't a teenager, trying to ask out a girl for the first time on a date! What was wrong with him? Arranging his features in what he hoped to be a casual expression, he nonetheless waited with some nervousness for her answer.
Idril didn't reply at once. In fact, she didn't trust herself to be able to answer rationally. Feanor Frazier, the Feanor Frazier, the heart throb of a million women worldwide, was asking her out on another date? And was that nervousness she heard in his voice? No, she corrected herself. No, he can't be nervous. C'mon, he had once dated the most beautiful woman of the decade. That hadn't ended well, though, according to the media. But he must have dated a dozen beautiful and celebrities after that, surely? And he was asking her, Idril, out on a date?
But maybe she should be putting a stop to her wayward feelings. Think rationally, she instructed herself. For all she knew, he might be passing a little time in between his shoots and maybe she had amused him with her naivety and eagerness. Maybe, she tried to harden her heart; he was just like other guys and knew a fool when he saw one. After all, what possible interest could an international star have in her? This was what had been niggling her from the morning and she had been trying to distance herself, to try to control the way she was feeling about him. And hadn't she been played by someone like him already? And she wasn't going to forget the way that had ended in this lifetime.
But, she argued again, it's just for one more day. Either way, she was never going to see him ever again after tomorrow. Doesn't she deserve at least a day of feeling this amazing? She hadn't ever known that one can feel such elation and heart pounding eagerness to be with someone. To feel bereft when he was not in front of her even for a second and immediately start feeling anxious for the moment she would see him next. It was terrifying her but at the same time exciting as hell.
And those kisses. She didn't know what to make of them. Last night he had admitted that he had wanted to kiss her from the first time he had seen her. That had set her heart aflutter and tingles in her toes. But wasn't it perfectly possible that he felt the same way with other women too? If not all, but at least some? But the vice versa wasn't true for her.