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Of course, he knows her for fuck’s sake.
They have been introduced years ago and they have probably repeatedly bumped into each other in all those fancy-schmancy-ass parties, launches, or what-not for promotion or things that agents would ask you to do to bring in more visibility and cash. Their orbits would sometimes collide, only to give each other a polite “hello” or a tiny nod, acknowledging each other’s existence.
More often then, she would be next to a smug-faced, very fit, famous professional footballer, whose talents in a pitch overcompensates for the lack of volume in the brain (must be the headers since they were in football academy!) Good god, he was exactly like those dim-witted pricks years ago.
She’s probably seen him with other ladies whose names and faces have long been forgotten --- temporary and fleeting. One of them would say it’s over even before the first syllable of the word 'commitment' has been uttered!
But good god, she was beautiful then, and she still is very much so, no doubt about it. All these years she was meant to be seen and capture everyone’s attention. After all, she has been a model in, a proper WAG, and now a social media influencer. She was no wallflower nor will be kept in a corner, or be lost in a crowd. Her presence was always felt -- she would walk in any room, bright like sunshine, her hair so golden, and her pixie-like frame would be dressed like a hybrid of minxy-fairy-unicorn.
The way he was drawn to her happened very, very slowly. Did he one day, stare at her a wee bit too long and she quietly cast a spell on him, like a witch? If witches are made out of rainbow glitter, sparkles, sugary pink and white sprinkles, butterflies, and smells like candy floss.
He can feel some of his lower facial muscles move and form a…grimace (a smile? No! NO! ) when he would hear the clackety-clack of her heels. He would then try to catch a glimpse of her in the club, even just a tiny glance of her golden mane...or hear her voice.
He would feel his cheeks burn even on a nippy winter day whenever she would say “hello”. His heart would skip a beat whenever she’d say his name. And he’d end up getting so frustrated because he could only muster a friggin’...grunt.
And suddenly it hit him, he cannot deny anymore: he’s smitten by this disarming pixie-fairy-unicorn-sunbeam-rainbow.
Holy fucking hell! How did that happen?!