Starstruck

While you've had the opportunity to meet some famous celebrities since coming into possession of the rings, you're a little starstruck in the presence of Tricia Helfer and find yourself tongue-tied as you stand in the doorway. The beautiful actress notices you're still there after she grabs a bottle of water off the table and cracks it open for a sip.

"Yes?" she says, still with a smile that seems to be permanently stuck on her face.

"Uh... I... uh..." you stutter.

Tricia giggles, probably because she's used to guys not being able to find the right words in her presence. "You're a fan, I suppose? You want an autograph? A selfie?" she offers.

Still not knowing what to say exactly, you nod stupidly and she motions you to walk over to her and encourages you to take out your phone. You go over and Tricia puts her arm around you and pulls you in close as you hold your phone up for a selfie. You're only half-focused on trying to get the picture while you take in her incredible scent. You're about the same height as she is and she tilts her head against yours as you snap the picture. Then, she lets go of you and steps away, although you stay rooted to the spot, still contemplating what to say and do.

"Great! Always nice to meet a fan. What's your favorite work of mine? I'm going to guess... Battlestar Galactica?" Tricia asks.

"Uh... your... Playboy..." you mumble, before your eyes widen as you realize what you had said out loud instead of just thinking it.

"What?!" Tricia's voice raises and she had evidently heard you.

"I... um... yeah.... Playboy..." you say, looking at her to gauge her reaction.