The following is part three of the short story The Day I Met Her.
She was silent for several minutes, and I started to worry that maybe she did think I was some crazy stalker. I started to sweat, and my palms became clammy.
“It’s beautiful,” she finally said. I was instantly relieved, and a huge grin took over my face.
I reached over and gently opened the front cover. “I made it so that I can replace the inside notebook,” I told her excitedly, “that way when I fill it up I can just slip the cover off and put it over a new one. Then I never have to part with it.”
“It’s amazing,” she replied, “and extremely clever. Let me see if I have a pen and I would be happy to sign it for you.”
She started looking in her bag, but I reached out to stop her.
“ I have the perfect one,” I told her reaching into my purse. “I never go anywhere without it. You just never know what is going to happen.”
I fumbled around for a second and finally felt it. My hand closed over it, and I pulled it out. It was a gorgeous blue sparkly gel pen, and it was chosen to fit perfectly with the rest of the design.
She chuckled a little and took the pen from me.
“My word, this is a beautiful pen,” she said turning the pen from side to side admiring it, “and you’re certainly right, it never hurts to be prepared.”
I watched her closely as she uncapped the pen and signed the book. The ink flowed beautifully, and she looked so graceful as her arm swept across the cover. I was so happy I worried that tears of joy would overcome me, and I would bawl like a baby right there in front of her. I blinked several times quickly trying to combat them.
“Thank you so much,” I told her as I took the book from her, “you have no idea how much this means to me.”
“You are very welcome,” she replied grinning from ear to ear, “and thank you, Casey. It means the world to me to know I have such amazing fans out there.” She reached out and shook my hand again. “It was truly a pleasure getting the chance to meet you. I hope we meet again someday.” She gathered her things and was on her way out the door.
I spent two more hours sitting in that cafe. I wanted to be one hundred percent certain the ink from the autograph was dry, so I wouldn’t smudge it when I put it back in my bag. I also wanted to savour the moment for as long as I possibly could.
Finally, I got up and gathered my things. I grabbed another coffee on my way out the door and headed for home. I knew I would remember this day forever, the day I met my hero.