"Yes, mum. I'm fine," Will rolled his eyes as talked to Karla on the phone. Will was doing a few jobs for the Savant Net here in New York with his brother Trace; he'd arrived two days ago and Karla had phoned him at least once an hour to make sure he was okay. Right now, he was sat in a café drinking a mug of coffee and enjoying a moment alone. "Okay, bye. I love you too." He hung up and put his phone on the table, leaning back in his seat and breathing deeply.
Will was in love with New York. He much preferred the city to the small town of Wrickenridge: he loved the busy streets, the tall buildings, the way everything lit up at night, celebrities being followed around everywhere, the tourists walking around sightseeing, the feeling of new beginnings starting all around him. But he could never live somewhere like here due to the whole 'witness protection' thing. His family had to stick together with the type of work they did so there was no chance he could live in a big city like New York; it was the type of thing he could only dream about, really.
The bell above the door rang as a new customer walked into the café, letting in the faint sound of screaming girls and men shouting. Curiously, Will looked out of the window to see a large group of people gathered together on the pavement outside: teenage girls and paparazzi. At the front of the group was… Oh my god. Will felt like he'd stopped breathing. Grace Tiler was there, wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, her brunette hair tied into a high ponytail, straightened without one single crimp in it. Will felt like one of the teenage girls following Grace: he was a huge fan and thought she was perfect, he had seen every movie she was in. Grace entered the café, heading straight to the table next to Will. A large, muscular bald man stood outside the door, not letting in any of the fans or paparazzi - clearly, he was Grace's bodyguard. As Will stared at Grace like an idiot, a waitress took the actress's order before rushing off to quickly get her what she wanted.
Will quickly looked back down at his own table, reminding himself that it was rude to stare. He slid his phone into his pocket and took a long sip of his drink, mentally wishing that his confident side would come out so he had the guts to approach Grace and say hello. But then again, he bet that she got sick and tired of people always approaching her. Will knew what it was like to feel crowded - growing up with six brothers could be hell at times - and he loved having time to himself, so he decided to leave Grace alone in case she too revelled in moments of peace and quiet. He knew that later he would regret not even getting her autograph, but he knew that it was the right thing to do.
Ready to leave, he drank the rest of his coffee… And that's when he felt it. Like his father, Will could sense trouble as well as being extra good at telekinesis. And he could sense trouble right now: his whole body tingled with nervous fear and his head darted around, eyes scanning the café for anything that might be dangerous. Was it the man in the corner who was shaking and sweating? Was it the waitress walking around on high heels and giving everybody glares? Was it the bag sticking out from under a table, just waiting for somebody to trip over it? He looked at Grace Tiler again and his tingles got worse: the indication that that was where the trouble was. As if knowing exactly where to look, his eyes glanced at the overhead light above Grace's table… Which was swinging wildly, the wires holding it up stretching and stretching…
Will moved quickly. He launched himself sideways, knocking into Grace's body and pushing her off her chair and a short distance away from the table. They landed on the floor, their bodies tangled together. Grace pulled away from Will, getting to her feet and looking down at him furiously. "What the hell was that?" She asked, her Yorkshire accent making it sound more like "wha' thee 'ell was that?"
Will stumbled his feet and opened his mouth to explain why he'd just tackled her to the floor, but was interrupted by the loud clash of the light smashing against the table and chair, exactly where Grace had been just moments ago; if she had still been there, the edge would have landed straight on her head, cracking her skull open and most probably killing her. People started rushing around the café, making sure everybody was okay, but Will only cared about Grace, who was currently staring at the light with wide eyes. "Grace? Are you okay?" He asked, putting a hand tentatively on her arm. "Grace?"
She turned to look at him, her chocolate brown owl eyes looking at him in shock… And was that awe that he saw in them too? "You saved my life," she whispered. "How did you know that was going to happen?"
"I saw it rocking and the wires stretching," he said. "So, you're okay?"
"Thanks to you, yeah. I don't know how to ever repay you…"
"You don't have to," he smiled gently. "Let's just call it my good deed of the day. I'm glad you're okay."
"Grace, are you okay?" Her bodyguard came rushing over, looking her up and down to check for any injuries. Up close, Will could tell that he was in his late thirties or so, and had large blue eyes.
"I'm fine, Lee. This guy here saved me," she gestured towards Will and smiled that heart-stopping smile that was loved by millions. "I think I'm just going to go home now, I'm a little shaky."
"Yeah, of course," Lee nodded. "Come on then."
Before leaving, Grace turned back to Will and said, "thank you. Really."
"It's no problem," Will grinned.
Grace left the café and Will stood there, still in shock himself from the fact that he'd just met the Grace Tiler. It was definitely a day that Will would never, ever forget.
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