Continued….

"Somewhere where we can talk,". Johnny led her down the moonlit L.A street, many sane people were now tucked up in bed and only hookers & drunk students roamed in the night. Johnny stopped when he came to a small shop doorway, he pushed the door slightly, it appeared to be open then stepped inside.

"I used to jam in here with my band,". Johnny let go of Becky's hand and fondled an old guitar which was propped up against the counter.

"The Kids?" Becky smiled and closed the door. She was in fact a major Johnny fan, seen all of his movies and owned many biographies. It was hard to see where Johnny was in the dark. "Where are you?" She laughed flinging out her arms to see where she was going. As she did so, she felt her hands run over a smooth delicate face which she knew belonged to Johnny. She let her hands roam higher, his hair felt soft against her skin and she stroked it.

Johnny who was enjoying this moment, didn't want to spoil it, but was desperate to see Becky's face. He reached forward past Becky's head and flicked the switch on. The lights flickered on and anyone who might have been watching would have thought these two were lovers. But, staring into Becky's shiny blue eyes, Johnny realised he only wanted to talk to her. Sex didn't seem important right now and he didn't want to use her.

Becky saw Johnny staring and withdrew her hands "I'm sorry,".

Johnny took her hands in his "You've got nothing to be sorry about, come and sit down,". He led her to an old red sofa towards the back of the shop. They both sat down gingerly.

"Oh yes,". Johnny laughed "I don't even know your name,". He looked at the beautiful stranger sitting beside him and felt very foolish. What kind of person leads a stranger to a very intimate place and forgets to ask their name?

"I'm Becky,". Becky smiled.

"Becky,". Johnny repeated, then smiled. "Well Becky, would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Or something stronger?"

"Coffee please, black with two sugars,". Becky took off her black jacket, it was starting to get rather warm. She folded her jacket nervously in her arms.

Johnny took the jacket from her and placed it on the counter where the old guitar stood. His brown eyes met with hers and Becky felt safe, she knew she could trust him.

"Black coffee coming up,". Johnny said then made his way towards the kitchen area. Becky followed him, intrigued.

Johnny grinned at her, "So you like The Kids then?" He got out two mugs from a grotty cupboard and filled them with coffee granules and sugar.

"Of course,". Becky watched in awe as Johnny Depp made her some coffee.

Johnny handed her a mug filled with sweet, black coffee.

"Thank you,". Becky took the mug from him gratefully.

"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking,". Johnny sipped his own coffee carefully not taking his eyes off Becky.

"21, 22 this year,". Becky took a sip from the mug and warm, sweet liquid ran down her throat.

"Ah, very young,". Johnny smiled and took another sip of coffee. He swung himself onto the kitchen counter, still watching Becky closely. "You got your whole life ahead of you,".

Becky sighed "Unfortunately,". She slumped against the refrigerator

Johnny reached forward and with his free hand brushed her chin, "You're a beautiful young woman who can take on the world, keep your chin up eh?"

"I'll try to,". Becky smiled. Johnny's hand felt soft like his face. She wondered if the rest of his body was a soft. She downed her cup then placed it into the small sink next to the refrigerator.

"That was quick,". Johnny laughed then downed his own cup. He got off from the counter, placed the cup in the sink then turned to Becky who was standing beside him. "Do you want to go for a walk Becky?" He spoke to Becky as if she was the most significant person in the world.

"I'd like that,". Becky beamed.