“Can I get a picture?—”
“I love your last mix?—”
He’s instantly pulled into it—signing, smiling, posing like this is second nature.
Like he’s done this a thousand times.
Which… he has.
I step back, instinctively giving him space.
And I should walk away.
I should go find Adrianna. Drop off my gift. Pretend this whole thing didn’t just happen.
But I don’t.
I just stand there, watching.
Stunned.
Because the worst part?
The absolute worst part?
Now that I know who he is…
I know he’s completely out of my league.
And yet?—
Somehow—
He’s even hotter.
Yeah.
I’m in trouble.
Chapter Five
David
I don’t want my picture taken.
And I sure as hell don’t want to stand here boxed in by half a dozen teenage girls shrieking like I just descended from the heavens.
But they’re fans.
So I do what I always do.
Smile. Nod. Sign. Pose.
This is my life on autopilot.
“Just one more?—”
“Can you say hi to my friend?—”