Olivia refreshed the news website anxious to see the update. The Republican candidate had a huge lead, but the votes were still being counted. She was grateful to be shopping in a nearly empty store. During the day, she had to wear sunglasses if she didn't want to be asked for autographs. California reported their final count and Olivia smiled. It was almost her turn to checkout, and she realized her cart didn't have any almond milk. She turned around without looking up from her phone and her cart knocked the wind out of the person standing directly behind her.

"Oh my goodness. I'm sorry I ran into you. Are you okay?"

The cart hit him in the stomach, but he wasn't going to complain about an accident in the grocery store. She was cute and obviously excited about something.

"I'm fine."

"Who did you vote for?"

Olivia regretted asking the question as soon as the words left her lips. She almost knocked him out, and now she was asking personal questions.

The man smiled kindly with tired blue eyes. "I didn't vote. It's been a long day."

"Everyday is a long day for me."

She expected to be recognized after making that comment. He continued to smile for a few more seconds and looked at his watch. Olivia wasn't used to this reaction.

"Do you want me to hold your place in line?"

"What?"

"You knocked the wind out of me, so I'm assuming you didn't get everything you need."

"Yes."

"Okay, don't be long. I really want to get out of this grocery store and cook dinner."

Now Olivia was really intrigued. Men usually tried to get her attention. He didn't give compliments. Does he own a TV? Olivia hurriedly added milk to her cart and made her way back to the checkout line. He was still there holding her place in line. Maybe if she wasn't going for the plain Jane look, he would recognize her. She was on magazines. She wore big glasses, a headscarf, a blue jean jacket and jeans. She didn't have on any makeup.

"What's your name?"

"Fitzgerald Grant. You can call me Fitz."

He smiled and looked at his watch again. Olivia was waiting for him to ask her the same question. The question never came.

"Are you married?"

"Are you flirting with me Miss..."

"You can call me Olivia."

"It's nice to meet you Olivia. Do you want me to walk you to your car?"

"Sure."

Olivia didn't know why she was giving him so much attention. Maybe it was because the store was so empty. She would only admit this to her therapist, but she craved the high she got from her fans. When she wasn't getting attention, she went through withdrawals. She seeked attention wherever she could find it. It was crazy, and she didn't understand why she loved and hated the attention.

"Where do you live?" Olivia asked, when they were standing outside her SUV.

"Vermont. I'm here visiting a friend."

"Your friend?"

"Yeah I hate California. Everything is so fake here."

"What do you like about Vermont?"

"My home in the woods. The city life is overwhelming. I've been here one full day, and I'm already tired. My friend wanted to go to a restaurant. I hate crowds, so I offered to cook dinner."

"I don't usually ask guys this, but I think I like you. Can I have your number?"

"Wow, the women in California really ask guys for dates?"

"I'm not asking for a date. I want to continue our conversation when we leave the parking lot."

He smiled again. "Okay, you can put my number in your phone."

He waited for Olivia to get settled in her SUV before leaving her and going to his own car. Olivia didn't know whether to be excited or insulted. How could he not recognize her? She won a Golden globe award and an Emmy award last year for her performance on a popular TV show. He must be living under a rock.