DANNY ABSOLUTELY LOVED the attention. ever since he was a young boy, he had always wanted to be in the spotlight, something which only got encouraged during his high school years. and anyone he hoped the young man would become a bit more grounded once his high school days were long over, well, their hopes were idle. when danny quickly climbed up the ranks as a f1 racer, he found himself the center of attention more so than he ever had before. and the thrived off it. so, of course, as he stepped out of his porshe ( by far the most expensive and fast car in all of the parking lot near his new residence ) and a group of paps had found their way towards him, danny was all too eager to answer their questions and pose for some pictures. he was so caught up in his own little world… until he heard a familiar, soft voice speak out his name. within seconds last summer came to mind – the beautiful italian beach, the burning sun, the peacefulness of vacation and… sandy. he had no idea she was coming here – had wondered whether he would ever see her again, but never deemed it possible. turning around on his heels, however, she was suddenly standing there. right in front of him. “ sandy. “, he replied, genuine smile growing on his features. but then some reporter asked who the girl was, and the young man was brought back to reality – danny zuko, the heartthrob who breaks hearts left and right, could not found at the mercy of a woman. “ what are you doing here ? “, he continued, a more mocking tone taking over.
so far, her london experience has been nothing but positive. she met up with one of her oldest friends who she thought she might never run into again, she made some amazing new friends, she had family here, she had her own job at a place she loved, she had her own cute apartment, she had everything she could ask for. and now that her eyes laid upon the one that lived in her mind, rent free, since last summer, sandy felt like there was nothing else she could ask for. ever since they parted ways, she had been secretly hoping that they would somehow cross paths again, hoping that their magic love affair was something more than just a summer thing. but that was wishful thinking. and alessandra olsson was about to find that out very soon. hearing her name coming out of his mouth, she was taken back to those days when they would walk across the warm sand, barefoot, hand in hand and whisper sweet nothings in each other’s ears. and his smile — his damned smile that she knew she was never going to forget, not as long as she lived — it was just as she remembered. but then, she heard his question and for a moment, she thought he was talking to somebody else, so the girl looked behind her back, only to be blinded by the flashlights. she made a step back and blinked a couple of times, then looked back at her summer lover, confusion spread all over her face. ❛ me ? i, uh — i live here, ❜ she explained. ❛ are you here to see someone ? ❜ what a foolish girl alessandra was, hoping that he might be here for her. but if that would be the reason, then he wouldn’t have been so surprised to see her, now would he ?