Chapter Nineteen
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Tatsi's POV
I was about to enter a book store when my cap and shades were suddenly fell off the reason why my disguise is now ruined. All of this happened when I bumped into a girl.
The people looked at me. Someone stared at me for a long time and the others started to make a noise. Oh no!
Just before the fans ran towards me, someone immediately pulled me over and we ran to the elevator. She immediately closed it. It's a good thing, no one followed us because we moved quickly.
"Y-you're s-safe," she said while panting. She handed me the cap and shades I had dropped earlier.
"Thanks." I was about to get my stuff when I suddenly stared at her face. I don’t know but it looks like there is a magnet that will nail your eyes to her.
Her beauty is captivating.
She snapped her fingers in front of me, trying to get my attention because I was already stunned by her. How long? I do not know.
"Sorry." I apologized.
She just smiled then nodded.
We got to the basement, she pulled me into the back seat of her car.
"Stay here for a while, maybe your fans are still looking for you."
She was about to turn around when I grabbed her hand.
"Uhmm Miss ... can you join me here?" It is awkward if I’ll be just the one who will stay here. And another thing, I want to ask her something. Kinda getting to know her.
“You don’t have bodyguards?” She asked.
“No, I’m alone.”
“Where’s your car?”
“Over there.” then I pointed to her where I parked my car. She just nodded.
“Can I know your name so that I can address you properly?”
“There’s no use to know my name. After this, we will not meet again. Maybe it is better if we remain as strangers.”
Oops. That hurts. I am just on my first move but it seems she rejected it right away.
“This may sound weird but... I feel we have a connection. I think we are not just strangers.”
She stared at me. Then reached her hand. She insists on a handshake.
“My name is Joana Marie Sison.” then she smiled. Oh her smile... her smile lights up her face.
"Tatsi, Tatsi San Miguel. Nice meeting you Joana."
I would have taken her mobile number but suddenly I felt ashamed.
“I know your name. You’re quite famous. You’re a good guitarist. No wonder you have a lot of fans who are chasing after you.”
I was speechless for a while.
“I am also a fan of yours,” she added.
“Do you want me to play the guitar for you?”
She seemed surprised by what I said, but I think it's the only way, for now, to show that I am thankful to her.
She nodded. It's a good thing, I carried with me the guitar.
I played one of our songs, and she’s singing it. She memorized every line and I am happy for it. And by the way, she has a sweet voice. An angelic voice.
"Do you have a band?" I asked her after we played the song.
"No ... I just really like bands."
"A-are you taken already?"
"I am .... not."
I know I am asking her too much already but as early as this, I need to know. I see hope in us. By the way, I got her number as well :) I will make sure that this is not the first and last conversation we will have.
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