It had been a long day travelling, and Theresa just wanted to sit down for five minutes to breathe. She searched for a bench somewhere, upon finally finding one, she slumped down onto it. Her head was pounding and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Rubbing her eyes, she pushed her fringe off her face, sighing heavily.

“Why the long face?” a familiar voice asked. She jumped. She had not realised that she had company. Sighing again, she turned her head to look at the person who had joined her. She was startled when she saw who it was. He smiled at her, his eyes kind with a small twinkle to them. He pushed his own fringe over a little, to fix his hair, before giving her a questioning look.

It hadn’t been that long since she last met him, but he wouldn’t remember her, he probably met hundreds of fans since then. She took a deep breath in and answered “it’s just been a long day, that’s all” she was struggling to keep the excitement about meeting him out of her voice, but he didn’t seem to notice it. She fiddled nervously with her jumper, as she felt his eyes on her. It was intense, he didn’t look away even when people walked past. Inside Theresa was battling with herself, somehow the situation had become a little awkward and she wasn’t sure what to do next.

Luckily, it was Dan who broke the silence. His voice cracked slightly when he asked her. “Can I, can I buy you a coffee? Or something?”. Theresa looked up and met his gaze with hers. She saw vulnerability in him, it melted her heart -not that he couldn’t have done that anyway. She nodded her head slowly, and watched as a smile crept onto his face. His lips pressed tightly together, eyes wide and hopeful. She followed him to a small and quaint coffee shop abut a five minute walk away. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they crosses the last road to the coffee shop, in a protective manner. Heart heart flipped in her chest, and dropped to her stomach at this simple physical contact. He held the door open for Theresa, and gestured for her to walk through, she did so with a polite smile and a nod of the head, her smile grew as she saw the excitement in his eyes, the dim light from the setting sun reflected off the green flecks in his eyes. She had not noticed these before, they were truly beautiful. Dan was truly beautiful. He was even more beautiful in real life in an intimate setting.

He chose a quiet table for two in the corner, and held a chair out for Theresa. They sat down and chatted about nothing and everything. The whole thing was surreal. This was someone that she has written stories about for other people. Someone she admired, and enjoyed watching on the internet. And yet he talked to her with great ease, he seemed so comfortable with her. The whole time she was talking with him, she had not realised that he was using her name, yet he had not asked. This struck her as odd. “You called me Theresa” she stated out of the blue.
She could see Dan physically shrink in his chair. “That’s your name isn’t it?” There was a real panic in his voice. “That’s what you told me the other day when I met you. Isn’t it?” His breathing had quickened, he had drawn his hands closer to him and linked them, picking at his nails. His whole body language changed, his face was pale and all the joy and smile had drained form his face.

Theresa was the complete opposite from this, a fire lit inside her, her eyes alight with joy and happiness, her breathing slow as she took it in. “You remember me?” she whispered, as she stretched her hand across the table in an inviting manner, trying to console him. With this Dan’s body physically relaxed, his face broke into a large grin, his eyes locked with hers, and he nodded.

Taking her hand he leant across the narrow table, slipped his hand over her cheek and rested his fingers around her neck, they tangled in her hair, and he leant in. He did not break eye contact with her, until she too leaned into him, and their lips touched. His were soft and warm, and slightly moist. The heat from the kiss radiated through Theresa’s body. She could feel the slight pressure change, as he kissed her more hungrily, she allowed her lips to part a little as he did, she could taste the chocolate on his breath, it sent her head spinning. His tongue grazed her lips, then her teeth before skimming against her own tongue, This sensation was like none other. Nobody had ever made her feel this good with just a kiss. “The last we met,” he breathed against her lips “I couldn’t get you out of my head”. She couldn’t help the smile grow across her face when he pulled away. And he just smiled back at her, there hands entwined, as he lead her away from this place.