“Er-excuse me.”
“Huh? Oh hi.”
He looked quite startled to see her. Like he was doing something secret and she was intruding.
“I’m sorry to bother you but I saw you sitting here and I couldn’t miss the chance to sketch you so I did.”
“Really? May I see your sketches?”
A little embarrassed, Annette handed her pad to him.
“Please, have a seat. These drawings are good.”
“Really? You’re serious?”
“Positively. These definitely look professional.”
“Wow. No one has ever said that about my art before.”
“Have you shown it to anyone?”
“Yeah. I showed it once to my art teacher. She says my drawings look sloppy but I do it on purpose.”
“Well, they’re very good.”
“Thanks. By the way my name is Annette Anderson”
“Oh, where are my manners? My name is Nick. Nick Carter.”
“That name sounds familiar. Are you in showbiz or something?”
“Or something. I’m in a group called the Backstreet Boys. Ever heard of it?”
“Backstreet Boys? Oh yeah, I’ve heard of you. You’re only the biggest band in the world.”
“Why, thank you. Listen, I’m getting hungry. Would you like to have breakfast with me?”
“Yes. Yes I would love to.”
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