I am so sorry this took so long! Summer went by in a blur and I had trouble with this chapter. It got a little more personal every time (4 times) I wrote it and scared me a bit. I finally created something I'm happy with. Happy fall! And if you are Jewish, Chag Sameach!

As I walked into my building, I looked up at the windows. Thank God Sara's light was on. I needed a woman's opinion on everything. I texted her as I stepped into the elevator asking if she'd come up to my apartment. I lived a floor up and 3 doors down from her. My phone beeped soon after I hit send.

What's up?

I need to talk.

You OK?

That remains to be seen. Come up soon. I'll be getting drunk.

Uh oh. Be there in a minute.

I walked in my front door, leaving it ajar so Sara could get in. I threw my cell phone on the couch and dumped my bag on the kitchen table. I pulled out a bottle of Diet Coke from the fridge, and a bottle of rum and a glass from the cabinet. I poured a large amount of rum in the glass and topped it off with Diet Coke. I brought my glass to the living room and placed it on the coffee table. I moved my phone to the table, laid down on the couch, and put a pillow over my head.

There was a knock at the door and I heard Sara's footsteps enter my apartment.

"What happened?" I took the pillow off my face.

"I met HIM" Her face scrunched up in thought, then released as I saw recognition hit.

"No freakin' way!" I picked up my cell phone and opened to the picture of Stephen. I handed her the phone and she squealed.

"Oh my god, you DID!" I put the pillow over my face.

"I take it this isn't a good thing?" she asked. I shook my head. She took the pillow and tossed it on the floor.

"Why?"

"I'm scared. He's hot, famous, and loved by millions. I'm...well look at me. I'm ME!"

"And what's wrong with you?"

"He can have any woman in the world. Why would he want me? This is why I have crushes on men I'll never meet. I'm not supposed to meet them!" Sara picked up my glass, smelled it, and shuddered.

"I don't know why you like rum," she said. I shrugged. She held the glass out to me.

"DRINK!" she said with some force. I took a large gulp and put the glass down.

"AGAIN!" I took another large gulp and looked at her.

"One more time." I took another large gulp and felt the alcohol go to my head. I looked up to see her intently studying my face.

"You're ready," she said handing me my cell phone. " Call him and say good night." I drained my glass and felt my whole body go tingly. Sara sat on the edge of my coffee table waiting.

The hell with it.

I brought up Stephen's number and hit call. I could feel panic building, but knew the alcohol was keeping me from dropping my phone in the toilet to lose his number. I put it on speaker so Sara could listen.

"I didn't expect you to call. It was the picture, wasn't it?" was his amused greeting.

"What's...what's so special about me? I said quietly.

"You're not typical. You didn't pledge your undying love...you didn't try to rip off your clothes in front of me...or my clothes for that matter. I'm tired of boobs in my face and phone numbers being slipped in my pocket."

"But why ME?"

"You must not believe it. You're quite pretty. Stu and I both think so. Lan has nothing but good things to say about you. And the best part is, you understand our lives. There isn't many women who do." His accent got thicker as his voice got more determined.

"You think I'm pretty?" I was met by silence.

"I do. And I'm going to make it a prerogative to make you believe it too."

"Thank you," I whispered. I could hear him smile.

"Good night lass. Sweet dreams."

"Good night. Have fun." I hit end on the call. Sara looked dumbfounded.

"Holy shit. I wish I could find a guy like that."

I smiled. "See my problem?"

"This is not a problem. This is a LIFE CHANGING event. You have someone famous interested in you."

"So what do I do?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Have fun with it." I felt nauseous and put my head between my knees. Sara laughed, said goodbye and left.

I headed to the kitchen to make another drink.