<div style="text-align: justify;">Sophie showed a big smile when Martin signed her notepad after writing that she was his biggest fan. Of course, she thought to herself, he probably wrote that to every and anyone. But that was part of the Hollywood magic, and that was what fans wanted. The magic and illusion that came from the silver screen. And she had to provide her part of the illusion. Hugging the notepad tightly, the young woman sighed happily. “Thank you so much!”, she nearly squealed, apparently happier than she could put in words.<br/><br/>Nodding when Martin said he could only talking for a few minutes, the girl smiled again. “I promise, he just wants to shake your hand and get an autograph. I will personally make sure he won’t take much of your time. Please, excuse me!”. Appearing to be really excited, the young woman darted away from Martin. <br/><br/>She would get back soon, nearly dragging a young man, probably one or two years older than herself. The young man was handsome, in the way French people considered a handsome man. There was something about him, though. A little hidden quality to him, something that only some sorts of men - men like Martin - could understand, as both men seemed to have the same secret to hide. The young man, who was indeed an actor, had been chosen exactly because of this difference. Not that he was expected to seduce Martin, it was merely a way of creating a secret identification between the two men. Maybe - just maybe - that could get the actor to open his guard and say something that could help the ladies who were after him. Maybe not, but it could always be tried.<br/><br/>Before the man talked to Martin, his ‘sister’ gave him a short warning. “He is busy, so please, don’t take too much of his time”, she warned, before taking a step back so the young man could come closer to Martin. Just like Sophie, he spoke a good English with accent, and seemed really happy to meet Martin. “I’m Pierre. I won’t take too long, can I just get an autograph, a photo and a hand shake?”, he asked, meekly. “I read everything that gets out about you, and you really inspire me”, the young man explained. He seemed friendly enough, but just like any other adoring fan who would like a minute of his idol’s attention. So, as he finished speaking, the young man waited for Martin to tell him what to do, watching him with the curiosity of a mortal looking at a god.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">*******************************************</span></div><br/><br/>Colette smiled when Paul said riding a bike would be a good way to spend a day. It would indeed, as they would get places faster and have some fun while doing so. <br/><br/>~“I’m glad you like it. I know a lady who rents them, so we can go there after we meet up and return them at the end of the day”~, Colette replied. She was clearly excited for the day with Paul, even if nothing came of it.<br/><br/>~ “I really must go now, but we will see each other in the morning. Thank you for accepting my invitation”~, she said after someone nearby seemed to speak to her. ~ “Call for me if you need anything, will you?”~. Colette would wait for Paul to reply, before hanging up and going back to work in a great mood.</div>