For a moment Emberlynn was confused by his words, why would he be star stuck by her? Flashes of the golden statuses on her mantle came rushing back to her. Oh yeah.
“Well,” She defended “I am allowed to be star struck as well. Trust me, it was not all stone cold fox when I met Tom Hanks.” She mused “I’m a fan of yours as well, I seriously carry a copy of ‘The Fountain of Youth’ on me constantly.” She blushed “I was actually just reading it.”
She could listen to his stories forever, tales of the other gods and heroes. Weaving elaborate tales with the help from the muses playing the parts, a part of her wished he would tell a story just for her and not for the crowd. A story she could keep just for herself and never have to share
Emberlynn wanted to touch him, to reach out and feel that electricity course through her body from the contact. He handed him his journal back hoping for contact.