You bit your lip, wanting the line of fangasming girls to shorten already. You could hardly believe your luck being able to come to one of Mathias Kohler’s signings! The Mathias Kohler!
You knew he’d just smile and make some small talk with you as he was expected to, but you couldn’t help but hope, wish that he’d notice you beyond the fact that you were his fan.
Most of these girls were only standing in line because they adored his looks and while you couldn’t deny you felt a certain attraction to the handsome Dane, you simply loved his acting skills.
You’d probably watched everything he’d been in, even the small, pretty much unknown shows when he was still young. Smiling you thought of the progress he’d made between his fist show and the one he’d promoted a few weeks ago.
He certainly has improved..... you hopped from one foot to the other, wanting to meet him more and more each second.
Mathias stretched his arms behind his back, getting some kinks out of his neck. Not that he didn’t like some publicity and meeting girl after girl drooling over him, but keeping up the indefatigable guy act up sure was tiring.
Oh well, he sighed, ruffling his hair up. Here come the next lot...
You smiled warmly at your idol and he took your slip of paper. “So, what’s your name love?” He chirped, giving you his teeth-shining celebrity smile. “I-It’s (y/n).”
“Thank you.” He murmured, peeking at you curiously from the corner of his eyes. You weren’t breaking down in gasps, nor crying, nor well anything his other fans usually did. In fact you seemed perfectly calm and radiating happiness.
“Hey, I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed “My four brothers”. It really made me laugh.” You commented, chuckling just remembering the show. He blinked in surprise. Most girls knew him from the action films and romcom’s he’d been in.
“We-well thanks!” For once, he was tongue-tied in front of one of his fans. Seeing the bodyguard waved his hand to tell you your time was up, you quickly leant down and kissed his nose. “Thanks!” You called, waving over your shoulder and holding the paper with his autograph carefully.
His body refused to move for a moment, then the colour of his flag adorned his cheeks. He stood up gruffly despite the protests of his guards. “I’ll be right back...” he mumbled, pushing through the crowd of people, desperately trying to look for you.
When he spotted the back of your head he made a bee-line for you, pausing only to make a girl let go of his arm. “Hey! (y/n)!"
You raised your eyebrow and turned, face-to-face with the Dane. You turned red as he leaned on your shoulders to catch his breath. “Say,....err....” He rubbed his neck sheepishly, wondering what on earth made him do this. Not that he wouldn’t do it again of course.
“Wanna get some coffee?” He managed to say, glancing up at you in time to see you nod happily and smile again. “Of course!”
He breathed a sigh of relief and grinned, an expression you hadn’t seen before on his face. The girls around you squealed and you winced as you felt the flash of cameras.
Chuckling, he offered you his arm which you took and snuggled up to, much to his delight. “Won’t you get in trouble though?”
“Naaah,” he brushed the thought away with a wave of his hand,” they’ll survive.”
Looks like sometimes wishes do come true.