Say that you're a fan

Feeling bold, you walk over to Maria’s table and sit on the chair across from hers. She fixes her green eyes at you, probably surprised that someone that she didn’t known had sat at her table uninvited.

“Can I help you?” She asks politely.

You smile at her. “Sorry to drop by your table uninvited, but I saw your from across the room and,” You trip over your words, not feeling so bold now that you’re talking to her. “Hi, my name is John Doe.” You offer your hand to her.

She shakes it. “Hmm, do you want something, John?”

“I’m, huh, it’s just that…” You pause. “Oh crap! This sounded a lot easier in my head.” You say and she gives a little smile. “Look, the thing is that I’m a big fan of yours and I wanted to talk with you for a while. But I didn’t get into account that now may not be a good time, so I’ll just leave.”

Just as you were about to stand up, you feel her strong hand holding your arm. “Don’t go, please.” She says with a slightly pleading tone on her voice. “You can stay, John.”

You smile and thank the gods that Maria allowed you to stay. “Sorry again, I know that you’re probably upset.”

Maria idly stirs her drink with a straw. “Losing at the US Open? No, I learned to not get too angry over a loss.” She tells you. “I always prefer to focus on the next tournament, which is why I’m this way.”

”So I was right.” You think. “Your agents **** you to come?”

“Yeah, this party’s supposed to be the biggest one in ages, so they thought it would be good publicity.” Maria sighs. “I kinda agree with them, but these parties are so boring.”

“Sorry about that, I think there’s nothing I can do to help you on that.” You say with a sympathetic expression.

Maria grins at you. “Don’t be, I always like to talk with a fan. That is, when they come alone and not on mobs like at the tournaments.” She pauses. “As a matter of fact, what do you say to hanging out with me during the party, John?”

You feel your heart skip a beat at her proposal and for the first time that night you wonder where her boyfriend is, since he isn’t with her. But you decide not to dwell on that. “I’d be honored to escort you through the party, Maria.”

“Good,” She says, smiling. “Where should we go?”