She walked away. I mean she actually walked away from me. "Stuck-up actor?" Me? At least use my full title stuck-up EGOT winner. Actor is truly an understatement. And I am not stuck-up, I simply know my value. I am bewildered by the casualty with which she walked away. But this is not over. I am nothing if not persistent. If I want something, I do everything in my power to get it (not that I would ever think that women are an object to get, what I mean is that I am going to change her mind. I acted too indifferent, too self-centred . 

I watch as she walks into a bookstore, there is a flower shop on the corner. Should I buy her flowers and run after her? No, that would be too rash. My next moves should be calculated, however I am not very rational. So I walk inside one of the coffee shops there, get a black coffee, autograph a cup for the barista who couldn't believe that the Adam Levignée is living and breathing and in the very coffee shops that she works in, sit down at a table and call Harry.

He immediately picks up, I tell him the whole story and he starts to laugh. Very hard. I take a deep breath as he continues to joke that "he knew that soul of ice would eventually melt" and that "she really walked away, that's hilarious", yes, so very funny. After exactly 10 minutes, he gets serious and says, "Okay, I'll be there in 3 hours. What hotel are you staying at so I can book a room?" 

I text him the address, go back to my hotel room and pace desperately until I hear 5 knocks on my door - Harry bloody Calvin is there.

I open the door frantically and he sits down on my bed. He looks at me gravely and says, "You personality is about as pleasant as having to sit awkwardly while people sing 'Happy Birthday' to you. In case you did not understand what I mean, you are not a pleasant person to be around."

"Well, thank you. If I'd wanted insults, I would have called my managers, I mean my parents, and told them I want to stop being in the public eye."

He rolls his eyes at me. "But somehow you still are my best friend and I care deeply about you, somehow I see past your dull personality." Now I feel bad. He runs his hand through his dark curly hair. After I made fun of him because he looked like cheap version of Will Smith with his buzz cut and moustache, he let his hair grow and shaved. I know what I did was not nice but he should thank me because he has a girlfriend now. 

"Okay, so how do I make her like me, despite my 'dull' personality?"

He stares at me like he's watching directly into my soul and then says, "You let her see the real you. Not the arrogant actor you let people think you are, you let her see Adam. Not Adam Levignée, just Adam."

He might as well could have slapped me with a brick and yell "YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!" 

"Okay, thank you for your help, Harry. I'll do that, first thing tomorrow. Now I'll just go to bed if you don't mind." I smile at him, acting as though he has really put in the final puzzle piece and now the picture's complete. He seemed pleased and asks, "Of course. Need my support tomorrow?" 

I shake my head, "No, you go ahead and sightsee with Alicia, I'll just join you guys later. Be just Adam. Why didn't I think of that? Thanks, mate. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight." He walks out, I lock the door, then scoff.

'Be just Adam.' 

Right because if she doesn't want to talk to me she will sense it in the air that I took the walls down. Oh, please! That only works in movies. What I need is a big romantic gesture. Writers love them.

So, I plan everything and go to bed with a smile on my face. She will love me.