“Was it really him?”

  “Yes,” I sighed. “It was your crush of the century.” Crush du jour is more like it, but in this case, a famous celebrity, so my favorite introvert wouldn’t just go up and say hi.

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  “And you took pictures?”

  “Oh yeah. From behind the shrubs, just like you wanted, so I wouldn’t look creepy or anything.” Like that worked.

  “Let’s see.”

  “Here’s the first picture.”

  Café, but wrong table. Flicking through them, none were him until….

  “He’s staring at the camera.”

  Yep, he was. Off-angle and barely in-frame, but I got him. “I hope you’re happy.”