ROSEThe strong grip around my wrist, and then two round, brown eyes of a handsome face stared back like a frightened deer. ‘Where are you going?’ asked Richard, his voice softer than usual but slightly nervous. ‘To get coffee,’ I replied without hesitation. And the grip loosened. He was smiling again. ‘I-I thought you were leaving me.’ I chuckled to dispel the awkwardness. I've never met a celebrity this clingy. ‘Technically, I am. There’s no coffee machine. So I thought to pop out for a cuppa,’ I said as my fingers nimbly adjusted his black collared shirt and smiled. ‘Do you want one?’ He nodded. ‘Latte with flower print and vanilla syrup.’ Is that he… pouting?‘Gotcha.’ I paused and looked down—he was holding my hands again—both, this time. ‘Err, you need to let me go first, Richard.’ Reluctantly, he let go. ‘Come back quick, okay?’ Err, okay? I nodded cautiously. Then, I patted his shoulder in reassurance. He flashed his charming boyish smile before returning apologetica
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