A/N- Wow thank you for all the follows and favorites, made my day. So here is the next chapter, hope you like it.

How in the world had she not realized he was Richard Freaking Castle. She was a huge fan of his work and she just could not fathom how she did not realize who he was. She blamed those amazing blue eyes of his. They literally rendered her speechless. Her order was called so she went to the counter to pick it up and she paced herself for the coffee date thing she was about to do. she grabbed her order and turned to look at the table that was currently adorned with her favorite author. She looked at him, really looked at him, he was so much more good looking in person. He was just so, she didn't know how to describe him. He was handsome but in a ruggedly sort of way. That's it, he was ruggedly handsome. He sat there looking out the window seemingly lost in thought as he ran his hand through his sandy brown hair. Then all she could think about was running her hands through that amazing head of hair. She needed to stop thinking about this. He I a famous writer, she would never have a shot, besides he was a playboy. At least that is how the tabloids make him out to be. Either way it didn't matter, after today she would probably only ever see him on the book jacket of his books. He was only having coffee with her because he knew she felt bad for ruining his shirt. He was probably only doing it out of pitty. But the way he looked at her, she just couldn't describe it. He made her feel like she was the only one in the coffee shop, hell the only one in the world. But that was probably just apart of his playboy charm. It was stupid she needed to stop thinking about this, nothing would ever happen.

She walked up to the table and put the coffees down, which seemed to bring him out of his thoughts.

"Here you go; I also got you a bear claw to um make up for ruining your shirt." She said, actually surprised at how normal she sounded after the realization she just had.

"Thank you, but I thought the coffee was to make up for it?" he said with a chuckle.

"Well yeah it was but I felt really bad so I just thought I would get both, if you don't want it its okay." She said nervously.

"No I want it its fine. There is no reason to feel bad, it's just a shirt, really I don't mind but thank you for the coffee and the treat."

"No problem it's the least I can do." She said finally looking up to his eyes.

"So enough about my shirt, what do you do for a living?" he asked.

"I am a NYPD Detective. What about you?" she asked but then realized that it was a stupid question. She knew exactly what he did and now she feels really stupid.

"I am a writer." He said with a sly smile, almost like he knew she knew that already. It was almost like he was reading her mind.

"Oh, anything I may have read?" She already made a fool of herself by spilling coffee on him, she wasn't going to admit to him she was already in love with his books. That would make her seem crazy; he would probably think that she spilled her coffee on him on purpose or something.

"Maybe, have you ever read "Flowers for your Grave" or maybe my latest is the first book in my Derek Storm series." He asked almost shocked that she didn't know who he was.

"I may have heard of them." She lied. At least she could tell by the face he was making he believed her.

"Oh well yeah they aren't that popular yet. You should check them out, they are crime novels and you being a detective you may enjoy them." He said genuinely. She almost felt bad lying to him but she didn't want to make a fool of herself either.

"I will definitely do that." She said nervously. Little did he know she has every book he has published and they are very well worn from reading them over and over again.

"So do you enjoy being a detective?" he asked with genuine intrigue.

"Yes very much so, I like that I get to give the families who lost their loved ones some closure. I hate that they are losing people but at least with some closure they can try and move on with their lives."

"Yeah I understand that." He said with a small smile playing on his lips.

They talked for a half hour about all kinds of things, work, favorite foods, and restaurants. She was having a great time and she really didn't want it to end. She was enjoying his company too much, but she looked at her watch and if she didn't leave now she was going to be really late for work.

"I'm sorry but I have to go to work before I'm late." She said regretfully.

"No its fine I understand." He said and she could swear she head some disappointment in his voice, but that can't be, why he would care that she had to leave, he was probably happy to get rid of her, he is a famous author why would he want to hang out with a detective.

"So I had a great time, and sorry again for the coffee stain on your shirt."

"I did too and don't worry about it, I didn't really like this shirt any way." he said with a chuckle.

"So I uh better go." She said slowly standing up.

"Yeah but first" he started and then pulled out a notebook and pen "here's my number, call me sometime we can get coffee or something again." he said jotting down his number and ripping the page out, then handing it to her. She accepted it and as she was grabbing it there hands grazed each other sending a spark through her yet again.

"Yeah definitely, well I'll see you around."

"Bye Kate." He said while waving at her as she made her way towards the door.

"Bye Rick." She called back.

Did that seriously just happen, did he seriously just give her his number. She looked down at the paper and smiled, he had nice handwriting. Okay she needed to snap out of this she wasn't some teenagerwith a crush, either way she couldn't call him could she, she wanted to but she didn't know if she could. either way right now she needed to focus on getting to work and helping people, and not think about her favorite author and how amazing and funny he was or how much his eyes sparkled when he was talking to her. She had more important things to worry about now, after work she would freak out but not right now.

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