It was a regular day in Central City. Well, regular for Barry Allen that is. Other than stopping a small mugging, there wasn't too much excitement, so he soon found himself at Jitters with Caitlyn and Cisco.
"I'm just saying! It's highly probable." Cisco said with great demand, as Barry gave him a sour look.
"No, Cisco. I don't think at Barry's super speed makes him able to speed blood to his head at a faster rate, therefor making him smarter. Even if it were possible for him to voluntarily rush blood to his head, it'll more likely kill him then make him smarter." Caitlyn said exasperatedly, as if she were explaining this for the hundredth time. Although with these two, Barry wouldn't be surprised.
"Guys, can we stop talking about me, as if I weren't already sitting here?" Barry said while taking a sip of his coffee. Well, to be honest at this point it was more Courvoisier than actual coffee. He obviously knew that he couldn't get drunk, but after spending so many years drinking this odd mixture on a daily basis, he grew too accustomed to the taste.
"Alright, fine. Then we'll talk about something else. How about we address the fact that a pretty blond has been staring at us for the past five minutes." Cisco said cheeringly.
"What are you talking about Cisco?" He asked trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"She's sitting to our 10 o'clock. See her now?" Cisco said, attempting to be discreet yet failing miserably.
"Yeah, I don't see anything." Caitlyn said.
"Oh geez, she walking over to us. Play it cool." Cisco said in a rush as he subtly tried to make himself look presentable.
Walking right up to their table, a gorgeous young blond said in a slightly wavering voice, "Excuse me? May I have a word with you?"
"Well of course my lady." Cisco said in what he believed was a charming voice.
"My apologies, but I was talking to him." She said nervously pointing at Barry.
Looking a little startled, he got off his seat and proceeded to walk with the blond, "Of course."
After they reached a secluded corner, she turned to him, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to ask you this in front of everyone in case I totally looked like a crazy fan girl, but are you Sebastian Smythe?"
Now Barry was definitely confused. Instead of showing though, he put on a cocky smirk and said, "I would ask if we had met, but I certainly would have remembered a girl as beautiful as you."
Blushing, the girl responded, "We never did meet, no. My names Emma, we sort of competed against each other in sectionals once. You were really talented."
"Oh! Thank you, but usually my old competitors hate me with a passion, so why don't you?" He asked with true curiosity.
Emma shrugged in response, "Because you deserved to win. It's as easy as that."
"Well, I find it to be a shame that this is the first time I've had the pleasure of meeting you."
"As do I. I always found you to be quite attractive, let's not forget talented."
"I don't know about talent, but I must have some kind of superpower to get your attention. My question is, how long till this illusion of you actually liking me lasts?"
The girl just smirked, and handed him a piece of paper, "I don't know, but I am curious. Call me and we might be able to get the answers we're looking for." And with that, she walked away, and out of Jitters, turning back only once to shoot Barry a flirtatious smirk, which he easily reciprocated.
When he walked back to his friends, he was bombarded with questions.
"Dude! What did she want? Do you know her?" Cisco asked awed.
Barry shrugged as he took a sip of his 'coffee', "Just a fan."
Cisco looked him straight in the eye when he asked with an incredulous tone, "You have fans?"
Barry just hummed in agreement, being quite amused to the whole situation.
"And you want us to believe that?" He asked once more.
"Believe what you want. It's the truth. In fact, I'm pretty sure there's a cult." Barry said with a hint of a smile.
"A cult?" He asked.
"Yeah, fan girls can be quite dedicated. I'm still having a hard time deciding whether their utter dedication to me is charming or creepy."
"And why is she your fan? Did she mistake you for some kind of celebrity?" Caitlyn asked sporting a condescending smile.
"Not exactly. You see I'm famous myself. I'm a known singer, dancer, actor, and lacrosse player. Oh! And let's not forget that women tend to associate my name with womanizing sex-addict." Barry said with a grin spread across his face.
Caitlyn and Cisco just laughed in response, before switching the topic to the latest meta-human. They found the description of him to be so untrue, that it was quite hilarious. Barry just smirked to himself in amusement. If only they knew how true of a description it actually was.
Apparently a few people took videos of him during his performances in high school, and they posted it on the Internet. Soon enough, there was a pretty big fan base growing. Every once in a while he would get recognized, and beg him to sing a song for them. He almost got caught by his friends a few times in what he was what her referred to as, "Smythe Mode", but they never seemed to fully catch him in the act.
Realizing he wasn't listening, Caitlyn teases, "Thinking about your fan girls again?"
Barry smirked and said, " Something like that."