Information: -Katerina Owens [Nickname: Kat] -Age: 20 -Hair: Dark brown, long and cut scene-ish -Eyes: Hazel -Body Type: Slender/Athletic -Style: Scene/"emo" -Backstory: Came from a broken home. Mom was a drunk, and at age 7, Dad bailed. Kat practically raised herself and now she's moved to Helsinki to go to college. -Major: Journalism Kat has a few secrets... CHAPTER 1: I rushed to get my coffee and books. I was going to be late for class. I turned to leave the only decent coffee shop in Helsinki, when my coffee fell to the floor, making a big mess. I gasped. "Oh!" I turned to see Ville Valo looking at me with big green eyes, shock on his face. "I-Uh..." I stammered. "I'm so sorry!" Ville exlaimed. "It's okay. I have to go." I started to leave, but Ville gently stopped me. "I didn't get your name." he said. "Kat." "Ville." Ville stuck out his hand for me to shake. I obliged quickly. "I really have to go." I said, trying to leave. "Maybe I'll see you around?" Ville called. I ran for the University of Helsinki. Being a journalism major, I had just passed up a major interview opportunity. And possibly something more. I practically crashed through the classroom door, causing everyone to look at me. Sliding into my seat in the back, I opened my textbook. "Kat, would you care to tell us why you're late?" Mr. Barto asked. "I...ran into someone at the coffee shop and my coffee spilled everywhere." I stated quietly. I wasn't about to mention that the 'someone' I'd ran into was very famous. Mr. Barto would probably fail me then and there. Mr. Barto seemed pleased enough with my excuse and turned back to the whiteboard. He started talking about the proper techniques of staging an interview. I zoned out, thinking about my encounter with Ville. "Kat! Kat!" I felt someone nudge my shoulder and looked over the see the whole class looking at me. "Do you have your report?" Mr. Barto asked. I quickly looked through my notebook. It was gone. I must have dropped it at the coffee shop. "Umm...no, I must have dropped it when my things fell at the coffee shop." I replied. "Have it on my desk by tomorrow morning." Mr. Barto said and moved on to the next person. Immediately after school, I walked back to the coffee shop. The lady behind the counter said she hadn't found my paper. That left Ville. But how was I going to get in touch with him? That's what you get for not backing up your work Kat. I thought to myself angrily. I sighed heavily and sat at a table in the back to think. Maybe I should just wait and Ville will come back and look for me. I stood up. I was going to have to find him sooner rather than later. That paper was worth half my final grade. I told the cashier to call me if Ville came back in, and left my cell number. I decided to try the recording studio. I walked inside, but the guy behind the desk said HIM didn't record there. Next, I tried the guitar shop and finally, after no luck, I gave up and went to the park. I was sitting on a swing, facing the river that was just beginning to freeze. How was I going to find a rockstar by morning? I heard the gravel crunch behind me and turned. Ville was standing there, my paper in hand, a smile on his face. "The lady at the coffee shop said you were looking for me?" Ville said. "How did you know where to find me?" I asked. "Because this is where I come to think. Actually, I just got lucky." He smiled and sat on the swing next to me. He gave me my paper. "Thanks." "No problem." We sat in silence for a few moments. I was thinking of how much more attractive Ville was in person, and about how nice he was being to me, a stranger and a fan. I glanced over at Ville from the corner of my eye, wondering what he was thinking. VILLE: How strange it was to be sitting here in silence with this girl I didn't even know. She seemed to have a sadness about her. I couldn't quite place it. She was beautiful, but damaged. I peeked over at her and saw that she was already looking at me. I smiled and said, "What?" Kat looked away shyly. "Nothing. It's just hard to believe I'm sitting here with the Ville Valo." "Do you want to go out to dinner?" I shocked myself by asking. "Now?" She seemed surprised as well. "Well, yeah. Why not?" Kat shrugged. "Okay, sure." Chez Dominique was the fanciest restaurant I'd ever been to in all my 20 years. The walls were beige with big square lights on them, giving the place some ambience. The tables were square with blanched white table cloths; the chairs were fancy and extremely cushioned and comfortable. "We can't eat here." I said to Ville once we'd gotten inside. Ville looked confused. "Why not?" "It's way too expensive." "So?" "I'd feel more comfortable somewhere else. Can I choose where we eat?" "Fine." Ville smiled. "Where would you like to eat, love?" "Restaurant Kaisaniemi." "That old place?" "Don't you like it?" "It's actually one of my favorites. I'm just surprised you like it." "Well, you don't really know me." I replied with a sly grin. I continued walking toward Kaisaniemi. After a few minutes of walking, I realized I hadn't heard from Ville the whole time. What if he isn't behind me? What if he changed his mind? I turned around and ran smack into Ville. "Oh!" I exclaimed as Ville fell backward, landing in a big pile of snow. I was going to help him up when a second pile fell from the tree above, landing on Ville's head. I nearly died laughing. I was laughing so hard I was snorting. Ville didn't seem nearly as amused, but when he got up, I saw that he was smiling. "Glad I amuse you so." Ville said as he shook the snow from his hair. I put on my straight face and said, "Are you sure you want to go to Kaisaniemi all wet?" I smirked when Ville stuck his tongue out at me. "Would it be weird to ask you to come back to my place for a bit so I can change?" "Look, you're a nice guy, but I just met you and I'm not going to sleep with you." Ville looked stunned. "I-uh-" "Ha! I'm kidding. Which way to your place?" Ville sighed in relief and pulled me in the direction he lived.