I watched him for a moment, the very same guy I couldn’t have dreamed of even speaking to months before, seemed like a school-aged fangirl in front of George Ezra. It was kind of cute, actually, the way Jensen idolized him in the same way I idolized Jensen. After all, he was just human, right? Sometimes I doubted that he was because the rugged beauty he possessed left a soft glaze over my eyes every time I looked at him, but the look in his eyes as he turned back to me explained a lot. I’d been through some difficult in the past year, and obviously work had taken a toll on him too. He’s gone soft, I thought, but it only tricked me for a second. I knew that the next time I showed up here he’d be right back in that hard ‘you’re mine’ mentality, and I’d feel the same way; seemingly wanting to refuse his attempts at hypnotizing me, and failing miserably.

He was the only one that it wasn’t obvious to that I wanted him. I tried to act normal in front of him, but I found that halfway to impossible just due to the fact that I thought so highly of him. It was the actress in myself that allowed me to get away with it.