Freddie Fox .ᐟ.ᐟ

The club was filled with dim lighting, music, and familiar faces.

It was one of those private parties where only celebrities, actors, musicians and some people from very wealthy families were allowed.

Freddie was with a group of friends, including several actors, laughing while having a drink at the bar.

On the other side of the room, you had arrived with your friends.

They were all known, but none seemed too interested in attracting attention.

Until Freddie saw you.

—Who is she?

He asked, without looking away.

One of his friends followed his gaze.

—I don't know. But it seems to have caught your attention.

Freddie smiled.

—It seems so.

A few minutes later, they met near the bar.

-Hello.

He said.

You looked at him.

-Hello.

Are you having fun?

-Until now.

Freddie let out a small laugh.

—Then I have to make sure the answer changes to “a lot”.

—Are you always like this with strangers?

-No.

He answered with a smile.

—Only with the ones I'm interested in meeting.

Your friends, from afar, had already begun to look at them with curiosity.

And Freddie, for his part, seemed to have completely forgotten that he had gone to the party with his friends.