I woke up, looking here and there as if last night didn't happen. I think it didn't because right now I am waking up in my bed, which doesn't convince me that I met him.
I don't think anyone A-list celebrity would come over here maybe he is mistaken.
This time I was on time before the alarm and I took a good shower, got ready with my white pants and blue blouse, walking with a script, having breakfast with the crewmates and this time we were shooting in the city.
If I am not, the Male Lead will be joining us to do his last part or maybe last second.
I took the bread and then we took the van to the city. It's a cafe scene where the female lead is surprised to see the male lead following her to proclaim her love.
So the cameras were set, as were the public and the servers. Then the camera began to shoot while the director sat in his chair, signalling the lights to focus on the leads. I began to read the script after the director shouted "Action" on the mic.
Just then, she comes and takes a regular coffee, turns and sees a guy sitting across the table.
She continued to look at him and then the male lead opened his mouth, according to the script not to make it awkward he called her "Hello"
Wait a second I heard that voice before.
The female lead joins him, and then it's her dialogue: "Nice To Meet you, it's been a while!" As usual, word for word from the script, so no worries.
"Oh, there's no need to be formal!" Those 7 words hit me like an earthquake shattering my thoughts.
I looked at the male lead
And it looked like him
It was him
Those same eyes
Those same lips
That same soft voice
That means last night I might have seen him, but I ended up in my bed. Although I am happy to see him and to hear him but he shouldn't be here.
His fair skin and his pretty eyes are why he is the most desired actor in the world. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Until the producer raised his voice to hand me the script, and I snapped out while giving him the pen slipper from my hand.
I began to receive it and then shifted my gaze again to him while his posture stayed unchanged.
Silly me who thought he would look at me, but why millions of crazy fans love him madly and look like me.
The scene continued to be honest; his smile could melt glaciers, his hotness could heat the pan down, and his soft voice could steal everyone's heart.
Even though he is in his mid-forties, he is still ageing fine like a wine. His perfect face, shaved and clean jawline, can trap anyone's mind.
His presence can grab millions of attention and could steal everyone's heart.
"Cut", the director said, and then the camera began to wrap up, and people began to click pictures with him.
His gentle gesture and his cute denial are creating a hurricane of love in everyone's mind. I could feel it.
But if last night we met, why is he acting like we didn't? I could see him not even looking at me.
Maybe it's a dream or an effect of thinking about him whole day. The whole day went by in the blink of an eye, and then we were released.
I changed into my comfort zone after entering my room and then walked near the sea to clear my thoughts.
Amy and Daisy had plans but I decided to stay in, while trying to calm myself down.
Just as I began to walk barefoot a soft voice stopped me and turned me to watch him.
"Grace!"
I didn't say anything, turned myself, and began to walk. I could feel him rushing towards me and standing in front of me.
"Grace listen to me!" He held my hand and made me look at his beautiful face.
"You took this project on purpose?" I questioned him rather than listening to his excuses.
"Trust me, I would gladly, but I was chosen for this before the script was ready, and secondly, if it wasn't in my hands, I would have come here anywhere!" His soft voice began to melt my heart.
I didn't reply and looked at him seeking his answers without asking him questions.
The moment of silence dropped, as the seat began to roar and we looked in front of us, the orange sky and the beautiful view.
He took a huge breath and said, "Grace, we are bound to be together, you cannot change the fact that dreams, last night, coincidentally walking into the Chapel.
Everything has happened in our past lives, I realised it last month. I was searching, but fate had everything planned.
Now look at us meeting each other, working for each other" he concluded.
"River is this a movie scene or some kind of theory?" I couldn't help but question him even though my heart knows he is absolutely telling the truth.
"Grace the dream of you falling, the old Chapel wedding? Isn't it enough and even I have also dreamt about it!" He began to light a cigarette.
"I am just a normal girl, spare me!" I had to speak because it's impossible even if I want it to happen. After all, he has been my crush, but in reality, when you are mature, you find yourself trying to deny it.
I turned to leave, but then his voice stopped me, "Trying to leave?"
"You always do when you couldn't accept your feelings of being in love with me!" He puffed out.
"It's just a theory or a dream!" I said.
"But then he looked at me and said, "Seriously, do you find this fake?" While holding my shoulder.
"Do you think I am cracking a joke? We are reborn. This time, we have to fight and rewrite our love life again.
Why aren't you flinching? Because this ain't a strange or new thing for you, it's something comfortable for you!" I stared at his eyes, trying to convince myself.
He didn't mean to hurt me, but it felt like he wanted me to realise before it would be too late.
I am so lost in his words, I didn't know what to say further. His perfect face shone like the moonlight, and our faces were a few inches apart.
He looked at me and then began to kiss me. Like he was longing for it and then he stopped while looking at me.
I covered his lips with mine, not because of the temptation but because somewhere I also wanted to claim his perfect lips.