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seemed,
he was a guy, and he was probably after one thing. Men were still
men no matter what background they had, and she knew she wasn’t
going to be a catch to someone like him. She wasn’t even trying to
be.
    As he
talked, she looked up every now and then to see his face, and every
time she looked, she saw those bright blue eyes shining in the glow
of the streetlights. She had to admit they were beautiful. She
hadn’t known a lot of people with blue eyes, so this was something
new to her. She thought they looked honest, like he probably gave a
lot away through his eyes. People hold a lot of emotion in their
eyes, not just tears but everything they’re thinking. You can often
tell someone’s lying by what they do with their eyes, and over the
years she’d learnt to spot the signs. Nothing about his eyes made
her feel uneasy or unsure, and that was always a good
sign.
    Usually,
on her walk home from the club, Dee put her earphones in and
listened to her music to pass the time. However, tonight, she
didn’t need it, she had conversation, and while some of it was
small talk, she didn’t feel it was forced. As they made their way
around the corner, a group of four men sat on a porch step drinking
and smoking, while another two played dice games against the wall
at the side of the house. While those playing were rowdy, the ones
on the porch sat quietly, probably baked out of their minds. One
man in particular, a thin skinhead, watched Jason and Dee walking
past. While Dee was used to the stares she sometimes got, Jason
looked slightly uncomfortable until the man stood up slowly before
saluting in the air.
    “ Ey, respect
man !” he shouted across the street. Dee
didn’t understand his meaning, but then he shouted
again.
    “ Ey Jason! Respect
man !”
    Startled, Dee wondered how the man knew Jason’s name. Was his
music industry status better than she was aware of? Maybe he was a
really good producer; maybe he’d done some work for the guy in
question. Jason didn’t say much but smiled and thanked the man
before they moved on swiftly.
    As they
moved out of sight of the group, Dee turned to Jason.
    “ What was that
about ?” she asked. “ You know him ?”
    “ No, ” he laughed.
    “ So, you like, a
little bit famous or something ?” she
joked.
    Jason took a breath before answering. “ Something like that .”
    “ Really
famous ?”
    He laughed again. “ Do you have to
know ?”
    “ What do you
mean ?”
    “ You’re like, one
of the rare people that didn’t know my life story before they met
me. I liked that .”
    “ Oh shit. So you
are really famous !”
    “ Doesn’t change
who I am – I’m still a normal guy .”
    Dee
stopped in her tracks and pulled gently on his arm to make him. He
stopped and once again he looked at her with his twinkling blue
eyes.
    “ What’s your last
name ?” Dee asked, wondering now whether
she was supposed to know this guy. Now she looked at him, and
studied his face, she started to wonder whether she did recognise
him.
    “ Taylor, ” he replied, waiting for her
reaction.
    “ Jason
Taylor, ” she repeated.
    Jason
waited, slightly embarrassed, to gage her reaction, kind of afraid
of what she would say.
    “ Shit .” She said, as he saw the penny
drop.
    “ Fuck, I’m like,
walking home with a famous dude. That’s fucked
up .”
    At that,
she started to walk once again. Jason burst into
laughter.
    “ That wasn’t the
reaction I was expecting. ”
    “ Do girls usually
fall at your feet ?”
    “ No...”  He began, knowing it was
a slight lie, but he didn’t want to sound
conceited.
    “ Yeah they
do .” She smiled, before she turned to him
and added “ But not this
one. ”
    Before
Dee realised it, they were already on her street and almost at her
house. They’d already passed her brother’s Chevy parked on the road
a few doors away before she could think of a way to ask Jason to
leave her right here. She stopped and gestured toward her
house.
    “ This

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