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pair of sunglasses in my bag?
    I finally waited long enough that it was getting awkward, so I stood upright and said, “Whew, that was crazy.”
    “Seriously, are you okay?” he asked, his hand still on my back, firmly placed between my shoulder blades.
    I looked up at him with my bright red hot face, my teary streaked eyes, and I smiled and said, “Yes, I promise, I’m okay.”
    “You have something here,” he said and lifted his other hand to my cheek to brush something off. I was essentially in his arms and I wasn’t fainting. I was making progress around him at least, barring the whole choking incident just now.
    “Thanks,” I replied.
    “It’s an eyelash,” he said and held his thumb in front of my face, “blow on it and make a wish. But you have to close your eyes.”
    I squeezed them up and exhaled a little puff of air. My throat still burned from the ice, but I managed to hold back the cough.
    I opened them and the lash was still on his thumb. “I guess I don’t get my wish,” I said and cursed the fates. Of course I’d wished for him to kiss me.
    “That just means I get my wish,” he replied and brushed the lash onto his thigh. He took his hand off my back and stood in front of me, staring intently into my eyes. The crowd around us had caught on that he was there and I could hear the women start to buzz with envious excitement.
    “What did you wish for?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat. It was strange, being here with him. It was like we existed in a bubble, a little slice of our own world where none of the people in the event mattered. I wasn’t imagining this, it was happening and our connection was real.
    “I can’t tell you that, or it might not come true,” he replied and brushed his thumb along my cheek again. “I thought I saw another lash for you, but I supposed we’ll have to limp along on my wish, love.”
    “I can handle that,” I said and swished the almost melted ice in my cup.
    He opened his mouth to say something more but was interrupted when Chloe appeared at his side. “There you are,” she said, her voice higher than usual betraying the excitement and tension she had.
    “Here I am,” I said, not breaking eye contact with Isaac, “right where you left me.”
    “Oh silly, I just wanted to get you another drink, here!” She shoved a cold glass into my hand and took the nearly empty one from the other. I had to look down and see what she’d given me, another vodka and cranberry from the looks of it, and when I looked back up Isaac was watching Chloe.
    “I just love the signature you gave me,” she simpered and wiggled her curvy body. “I’ve been showing all the girls, everybody is so jealous.”
    “Yeah,” Isaac said, “I think I have carpal tunnel from all the signing.”
    “Oh you’re so funny,” Chloe said and pushed him gently. I hated seeing her hand touch his chest, I hadn’t even touched it. Yet.
    “Seriously though, this is the hardest part of the job,” he replied and turned to look down at me, “but this makes up for it.”
    “Meeting all your adoring fans?” Chloe said, “you know Aubrey is practically stalking you on twitter. She knows everything about you.”
    My cheeks flamed red again and I sputtered, “I don’t think I know everything, I mean I follow you but it’s not like I read your tweets on purpose. If they’re there, they’re there.”
    “I’ll have to watch out for you now,” he said and a smile played around the corner of his mouth. His eyes crinkled at the edges and I loved it when he was teasing like this. “Then again, you can’t stalk the willing.”
    There were quite a few women gathered around us at this point and I heard one of them say, “Oh my god, did you hear that? He wants that girl to stalk him. This is so romantic.”
    I gulped a huge mouthful of the drink Chloe had given me and almost choked on it. It was much stronger than the last one and had no ice to dilute it. “Do you need a