There were some shockingly normal fans that just wanted to talk and say hi, some that gushed, one that cried, and several that gave Bea little gifts. They gave her their own drawings, paintings, and creations of Stiletto, printed and bound fanfiction, candy and cookies and other things that she'd mentioned she liked in her blog, and tons of other sweet and earnest gestures that flattered Bea beyond belief. She stood to take pictures with people, talked and smiled until she felt like her mouth was going to fall off, and generally had a good time.
She was turned to the side to tuck a Hello Kitty bag that someone had just given her under her chair when a man approached. He looked her over, eyes dark, and licked his lips. "Hello, Bea," he said and Bea turned to look. None of her fans called her Bea, mostly because she only told her friends to call her that and she did not know this guy.
"Hello," she said slowly, then smiled even though the guy looked strangely familiar.
"Don't you remember me?" he asked.
"I... You look familiar, but I'm sorry. I don't."
His mouth hardened considerably. "I was at your last convention. In November?"
It all clicked into place. He'd followed her around all night and grabbed her rather roughly, upset that she'd been going to leave with Eli.
"Oh yes," she said and subconciously scooted closer to Sean. "I remember."