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“Hello Misha.”

“Hi, how’re you doing?”
“I’m good. Tired. How’re you?”
“I’m very good, thanks for asking. Enjoying the weekend?”
“Yeah, it’s-”
“Have you been before?”
“Noo, this is my first time. At a convention, I mean.” (why did I go red. WHY?)
He smiled. “Not too sure what to expect then?” he asked.
“Oh, no, it’s cool. I mean, I’ve seen the videos from Chicago-Con…”

“Oh, who do you know who went?”
“Umm…a few people. You uh, spoke to Mon on the phone-”
“The Australian?”
“Yeah! And milk-”
“Tracy with milkshake.”

“So how do you know them?” He looked so confused, like he forgot the internet existed.
“Um, online. Like, a fan site, and…”
“Oh really?” he looks suddenly curious. “Which one?”
“Um… I can’t-”
He smirked. “The secret one that I, uh, don’t know about?”
“Um… I… maybe? I… can’t really say…”
He laughed. “That’s good. No, it’s good. I like… I like the secrecy of it all.” he laughed again, looking slightly smug, in my opinion, like he’d discovered something really awesome. "So, yeah. Tell them I say hi, and hope they're OK and stuff."

"Sure thing, I will."

I decided it was time to change the subject. “So…how’re you finding England…this time?”
“Oh, it’s awful. Terrible. It’s cold, it’s…the people are awful. Everything.”
“Wow. Thanks.” I said, pretending to be offended. He smiled.

“Well, apart from you. You’re the sole exception to the whole trip sucking.”
“Aw, thanks.” I grinned. “But yeah, it’s pretty cold…”

“Yeah! I went running this morning, and it was all dark, and cold, and I got wet and cold…”
“Probably not the best idea to go running at that time. In London.” I advised him. He looked mildly alarmed for a second, then smiled. “Terrible. Awful people…except you…but…no, it’s very nice here, it’s going well.”
“That’s good to hear.” I said. He finally remembered he was supposed to be signing, and signed the photo of him from 4.22, looking all sad. He wrote “KRISTEN - Great to meet YOU!” and then signed it. “Thank you, Misha.” I squeaked.
“Thank you, Kristen.” he replied, smiling again.
“I should…I should go.” I tried to take the photo from him because he was holding it out, and it took a few attempts before he let go. “I…I’ll see you later.” I said, realising there was another girl paying for an auto and I didn’t want to hog his attention.
“Yeah. See you.” he said, smiling, and I managed to walk away shaking, went in circles looking for my friend, and then nearly died.

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