I just want to get out of this car. Jump out of it and follow after her. I want to learn her name. Learn her dreams. Learn her.

But I have lost her forever. 

And now I'm getting out of the car, and I have to smile at a bunch of strangers who know me better than I love myself.

How I hate interviews.

Once you let the words out, then they're no longer yours. They are up for speculation. They can be whatever the public decides they are. 

I smile like a fool as the interviewer asks me questions that should make me feel uncomfortable, but after all this time I no longer even care. 'You are what the public says you are. Understood?' the words ring in my ears as I'm describing how I felt being on set, I was 5 when I got that tall and when I learnt that I wasn't to call my parents 'Mum' and 'Dad', I should call them Jessica and Lloyd. That's when I learnt that I wasn't their child. I was their employee. Their business. Everything I do, I do to satisfy them, but there is always someone on the Internet who hates you. And then, I am never satisfactory.

The light are off, the curtain falls and so I get in the car. 

I ask the driver to stop at Waterstones. If there's no escape anywhere in this world, there is always one in a place that doesn't exist anywhere else but on paper. As I walk to the door, I stop to snap a few pictures with fans. How strange to be a tourist attraction. But that's my life. I look around at the walls of books, I am so lost trying to find a title that just speaks to me, I don't notice the girl until I bump into her.

I rapidly say, "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." And then I see her face.

It's her. It's the girl from before. What were the odds?

She lets out a chuckle and says, "I guess we're even now. Sorry about earlier, again."

"It's okay, sorry about now." I laugh, and I don't know why I'm so intimidated, I want to run and hide, but I also want her in my life, every moment of it. I was about to try and engage her into a conversation when a teenage girl walks up to us. 

'Great. A fan, now she'll run again.'

The girl has a book in her hand and she very nervously says, "I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but may I please have an autograph and take a picture with you?"

"Oh, sure!" I say. But the girl's perplexed look made me realise she wasn't talking to me. Well, then was she talking to her? 

"I'm sorry, who are you?" the girl asks.

For a moment, I don't even know if I should feel relieved or offended that there is a soul who doesn't know who I am.

"Adam Levignée. Youngest person to win 3 Oscars? EGOT winner?" and then it hits me that I sounded like a stuck-up actor. Great. I know I still have a lot of growing up to do, but I've never embarrassed myself quite this badly...

"Oh, yeah. Now that you say it I recognise you. My best friend is absolutely obsessed with you. I like Harry more, no offense." the girl says.

I let out a laugh, "Yeah, Harry is really good." And he is. The only person whom I actually trust. His only issue is that he is too much of a Goody-Two-Shoes for this industry. Always so polite. Always so friendly. Always a good person, better than I could ever be.

The girl turns back to my new enigma and asks, "Could you sign this for me? I know the book signing ended 1o minutes ago and you're probably tired, but I couldn't make it in time. I absolutely adore your books!" 

She smiles at the girl and says, "Of course! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much it means to me that people read what I wrote on my bedroom floor. What's your name?"

"Sophie."

She writes a very long paragraph and then starts drawing stuff. 

"Who's your favourite character, by the way?" she asks.

"Elisa. She is so underrated! She better get a happy ending." the girl promptly answers.

"I can't make any promises on that. Just kidding! I love Elisa, too, watching her grow as a character was one of my favourite things while writing this book."

The two continue to chat for a good 10 minutes until the girl finally leaves.

And that's when she sees that I was still standing there. 

Panic rushes through me, I curse in my mind. What am I going to say now?

"You know my name now, but I've never learnt yours. And I think that I should know it, given that we've already fallen over each other twice now." I say, acting nonchalantly. At least I can act.

She laughs as she takes a book off the shelf and points to the name.

Olivia Popescu.

"Popescu. Well, that's a peculiar name."

"It's actually very common in Romania."

"Oh, so you're an immigrant?"

"No, this is my first time in the UK, actually."

"Wow, your accent had me fooled."

She laughs again. "Yeah, I had an obsession with all things British."

We continue to chat until she says she has to go. 

Safe to say, I bought every single one of her books. 

I am back in the limo and for the first time, I feel like I am out of the prison.

I know her name.

I know her name.

And now...

Now what? 

Now, I have no choice but to find out if love at first sight is real.