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Notes: Since a few of you have been vocal about me making Christian Grey's hair color blonde, I have decided to change it like originally is so please let me know if this was the right decision. In addition, I hope you enjoy the longer version of Key holder to my heart.

Key holder to my heart

Chapter 2

I know I need to talk about my feelings with someone who is not my love struck best friend. I have never been the type of person to bottle things up.

Come on, Ana go over there and talk to him. Sure 20 year old you wouldn't talk about personal stuff with strangers but you are 21 now - grow up Ana. Do something unlike you. My self-conscious nagged at me.

I take a big breath and get out of my seat, walking to the stranger now sitting at his table. ''Can I sit down?'' I murmur to him as he looks up at me, a wary expression on his face.

''Sure''.

''You want to know if I want to talk about why I cried - yes, I would like to. I am a quite an emotional person''

''Oh okay why? Why were you upset?'' He asked blankly, with a poker face.

''Because my mom she forget my birthday. Usually she always calls me at 6 am, wishing me happy birthday but she didn't this year. It makes me wonder if she still cares or if she fell under the spell of my stepfather.''

''Oh how sad, I recon you should be grateful, my mother calls me a lot more then I would like. I'd envy to be in your shoes right now.'' As he speaks, I notice he has a slight foreign accent but I don't know from what place.

''I guess.'' I murmured softly, when he did not respond I say ''Are you perhaps a psychologist because it is so easy to talk to you?''

For a second I could see underlying annoyance in his grey eyes as I spoke - as if I am a guest that just overstayed they're visit.

He shook his head. ''No.''

''Sweet.'' I said while he looked away. Clearly uncomfortable by my presence at his table. His face is now a pale distant mask as I am drumming my fingers on the table. The silence between us seemed to stretch forever. Why can I just be like a normal person and walk away when a conversation is over?

''Christian,'' a female voice shouted in our direction. ''We will be on in five minutes.'' The female was young brunette with a punkrock attitude about her although her beauty was above average.

''Okay, I'll join you now.'' He said before the woman disappeared into the bar.

''Are you a performer?'' I murmured.

''Musician,'' he corrected me while getting up, he seemed less tense now. ''You going to stay out here miss?''

''No, Of course not, by the way my name is Anastasia Steele not Miss.''

''Christian Grey,'' he murmured as he helped me get out my chair. '' after you Anastasia. ''

Electricity shot through my body as his hand touched the small of my back. I looked into his eyes, my body reeling from the physical contact before I composed myself.

He had a small smile on his face as we walked into the bar together.