The following is a short story about how I picture the day I met my favourite fictional character.
I had just reached over for my coffee causing me to look up from my book momentarily when she walked in. My heart immediately began to beat faster. It continued to do so until it became a dull thud in my ear. Was it her I wondered? What could she be doing in such a small cafe? My palms started to sweat, and I could feel the excitement building in my stomach like a great big ball of bubble gum. Glancing around the less-than-crowded room, I was shocked and surprised to find that no one else in the joint seemed to notice her. Or if they did, no one seemed to know who she was.
I watched as she strolled casually to the counter and stood in line. Her gorgeous hair flowed out behind her as she walked. She was dressed in simple clothes, jeans, and a big comfy sweater, and still appeared beautifully put together. For a moment I just sat there and stared, taking all of her presence in with awe.
Finally, with a shake of my head, I closed my book quickly and shoved it in my purse. Snatching up the purse and coffee, I practically jumped up from the table. I nearly tripped on the side of the chair as I did. I stumbled over to the line where she stood and took a place behind her. I wasn’t sure I had the courage to speak to her. I knew though that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and if I passed it up, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
Awkwardly I juggled the items in my hands trying to free one of them so that I might shake her hand if the opportunity presented itself. I cleared my throat and gathered all of my courage.
“Excuse me, Eve,” I said softly. So softly I was worried she wouldn’t hear me at first. Slowly she turned around,
“Yes?” she replied, turning around and eyeing me inquisitively.
I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and the heat as they began to flush.
“I, uh, my name is Casey,” I said sticking out my hand, “and I am a huge fan of your work! I follow you online and in all the papers. I’ve read about every one of your cases, even the ones that you chose not to work. I know them all. It is so inspiring to read about you bringing all those lost little children home. You are such a great role model, and I hope to be as good as you at something someday,” I said to her.
I realized that I had not let go of her hand and was still awkwardly shaking it. I dropped it instantly feeling a bit embarrassed. I could tell by the look on her face that I had shocked her a little. She did not look impressed at all. I’m not sure if it was me being overwhelming or if she was upset at being approached when she clearly just needed a bit of caffeine.
I hope you have enjoyed part one of the story. Stay tuned for part two coming later today!