I grinned.
'You didn't expect me not to know who you are right?'
He blinked a couple of times.
'But uh, since you're here anyway, can I get your autograph?'
'Uh, sure…do you have a pen or something?'
'No and I don't have paper either. And this is gonna sound stupid, but I would rather you didn't draw on my hand or something. I want something lasting you know?'
He laughed, actually laughed at that and said 'No, yeah, I understand.'
'So um, what are you working on at the moment? Or just taking a break?'
'You know, you really talk a lot. I mean, different to some fan girls you know. I just mean you talk a lot. You take the words out of my mouth sometimes.' He glared at me. I think my throat just about closed up.
'Oh great. Being told off by you. That's great.' My tone was dripping with sarcasm and my eyes were narrowed at him. But then I gave him small grin. 'Are you pissed off at me?'
Robert gave a crooked smile. Suddenly he was very business-like.
'Found a pen! And paper.' I smirked.
'To…I'm sorry what's your name again?'
'Jessie. Spelt 'Jessie'.'
'Ah. To Jessie. Love, Robert Pattinson.'
I peered over his writing. He wrote three 'x'. (He does that to everyone. How sweet!) I couldn't read it very well; my glasses were still on my head. I felt a hand cross over me and my glasses popped into place over my nose. I turned around and saw him smiling at me.
'Um, I don't know what to tell my friends. Is anyone even going to believe I even met you like this?'
He shrugged.
Then his eyes grew wide and it was though as if he was looking at me through new eyes. I suddenly laughed. He frowned and asked me what was wrong. I just told him he was still wearing glasses and that look that just came over him…he didn't need any more explanations. He got it too.
'I never actually told you what I'm working on at the moment.'
'No you didn't but I don't really care. I don't need to talk to you to know that. I could just 'google' you. I only asked that so you would realise I knew who you were.' I poked him slightly in the arm.
He feigned pain and poked me back. I laughed.
'Actually, you might just need to meet me to know this. The movie I'm working on at the moment. They are looking for an actor to cast in this role.' He raised an eyebrow at me.
My eyebrows hit the roof. And slowly, I gulped. Very theatrically.
'Me?' The voice was very squeaky and I just about fell over. I started laughing and repeated 'me' again but this time, very low. 'Which one did you like better?'
He was looking at me weird for a while and then laughed too. We were laughing so hard some people were looking over at us.
He looked at me quickly and murmured that maybe we were drawing too much attention here.
I chuckled and told him that the only reason people were looking this way was because this was a library and we were making too much noise. Not because of his star status. He said that he wasn't that famous, he could easily walk down a street with no one noticing him.
'I would notice you.'
He blinked at me.
'Anyway, about this part, did you want to maybe talk to them or something?'
I gaped and I asked him 'Would that work?'
'Well it's being shot here after all. Why else would I be here?'
'Um, I don't know, because Australia is an awesome place?'
He laughed again. That is his trademark. I am so sure.
'Look, uh, give me a ring okay?'
I looked bemused. 'You really trust me with that number? What if I post it online and the next thing you know…?'
'Well I trust you. And besides, that's my agent's phone call.'
'Ohh. Right. Well.' I opened my eyes with a doe-like innocence and I took his card.
'He'll give you a brief talk about what it's about and stuff.'
'Okay.'
He gave me another smile, but it was twinged with a weird look on his face. I have that effect on people I guess. I shoved my glasses back onto my head and gave him a wave. Then I left.
On the way home, my dad asked me if I had finished the book I wanted to borrow.
'Everyone knows you read at an abnormally fast rate.'
Oh shit! I forgot to borrow my book!
