His reasoning takes me by surprise and I am flattered that he puts it in those terms. - This is my life. — he explains, without apology. — At least most of it. I grew up with a famous family, but I made the choice to be a public person. I accept the fact that I will be followed, photographed and hounded for autographs. I understand. — he says, sitting on the bench next to me. — And I do not really care. I mean, I am not complaining. I am generally very efficient, especially when it comes to children. But sometimes, like today, I just…” He pulls his cap further down on his head. — I just do not want to be bothered. — He leans forward and his head angles so that the brim of his cap touches my forehead, and says: — I just want it to be you and me. — He leans in, brushing his lips against mine
