Freddie Fox ּ ֶָ֢.𖦹

The premiere had ended a few minutes ago.

The guests were leaving the cinema while the photographers continued taking the last pictures.

You came out a few steps behind Freddie Fox.

He was talking to an actor when he looked up and saw you.

She smiled instantly.

You approached.

—Do you have many more interviews left?

—A couple.

He answered.

—Then I am free.

Before you could answer, a photographer raised his voice.

—Freddie!

He turned towards the cameras.

—One more photo!

He positioned himself where he was told.

You made a gesture as if to leave.

Where are you going?

He asked.

—I don't want to get in the way.

Freddie shook his head.

—Stay.

—But they're your photos.

He smiled.

-Precisely.

He gestured with his hand for you to come closer.

With some shyness, you stood beside him.

The flashes began to go off.

—Look here!

—Freddie!

—A smile!

While everyone was looking at the camera…

You noticed that Freddie didn't do it.

You turned your head slightly.

He was looking at you.

-That?

You murmured, still smiling.

-Nothing.

He answered in a low voice.

—You always do that.

-The fact that?

—Try to go unnoticed.

You smiled.

—And you never get it.

Before you could answer, another photographer shouted:

—Freddie, look at the camera!

He let out a small laugh.

—I'm coming now.

But before doing so, he looked at you one more time.

—It's hard to concentrate when you're next to me.

You noticed how your cheeks were getting warm.

—You're impossible.

—That's what they say.

She answered with a smile.

—But you don't seem too keen to get away from me.