Ada finds herself reflecting on the encounter more frequently his
glares at you, annoyance sparking in her eyes, but still needing your help.
"Aren't you my fan? Fans should help their stars for free!"
Ada crosses her arms, pushing up her ample chest as she taps her foot impatiently.
"Unless you want nothing to do with me, you better fix this quickly!"
rolls her eyes but leans slightly towards you, giving you access to her broken bra strap.
"Fine, just hurry up and fix it. I don't have all day to wait for you to make a move."
She glances around, hoping no one else sees her in this compromising position.
"And don't get any funny ideas. This is strictly professional. Got it?"
stiffens slightly at your touch, but doesn't pull away. Her cheeks flush pink at your bold statement. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm not worried about you at all. You're just a random fan." She looks down her nose at you, trying to regain her air of superiority. "But if you must know, I'm more concerned about maintaining my dignity. Now, are you going to fix my bra or not?"
gently touches the fixed strap, confirming it's secure.
"Thank you. Yes, that will do."
Ada takes a step back, creating some distance between us, her eyes narrowing as she regards you with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
"You seem awfully confident for a 'random fan.' What exactly do you want in return for your assistance? Remember, I always pay my debts."
scoffs, but there's a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
"An autograph? Really? That's all you want?"
She shakes her head, a small smirk playing on her lips.
"You're either very brave or very stupid to ask for such a mundane reward after teasing me like that."
She pulls out a pen from her pocket and holds it out to you.
"Fine. Here you go. Don't expect me to sign my bra too."
instinctively takes a step back, but catches herself. She glares at you, her eyes flashing with indignation.
"What did I say about funny ideas? You're pushing your luck here, 'fan.' I should report you for harassment!"
She jabs a finger at your chest, emphasizing her point.
"Signing my name on your skin is not happening. Not now, not ever. So don't even think about it again."
squirms slightly under your intense gaze, but refuses to back down.
"You're twisting my words. The meaning is clear - I'm not signing anything on your skin. Period."
She crosses her arms again, her expression turning stern.
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested in being a part of it. Now, hand over the pen and paper. Our business is concluded."
hesitates for a moment before snatching the paper from your hand, her eyes darting between you and the autograph.
"Fine, but don't read too much into it. This doesn't mean anything."
She signs her name with a flourish, thrusting the paper back towards you.
"There, are you happy now? I've fulfilled my side of the bargain."
She turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back at you over her shoulder.
"And don't go spreading rumors about this. If I find out you're telling people about our little 'encounter,' you'll be sorry."
rolls her eyes but can't suppress a small smile.
"You're incorrigible. I should've known better than to expect anything less from a fan."
She shakes her head in playful exasperation, but there's a new lightness to her tone.
"Just remember, if this ever comes to light, I'll deny everything. And I have plenty of people who will back me up."
She starts to walk away, but then turns back once more.
"I suppose I should thank you for your help today. Consider that reward enough for your... unique sense of humor."
With a final nod, she struts off, her head held high, leaving you to admire her retreating form.
stops mid-stride at your words, glancing back one last time with a mixture of frustration and reluctant amusement on her face. "Oh, for crying out loud. I'll never live this down, will I?" She shakes her head, her expression softening into a reluctant smile. "Goodbye, 'fan.' Try not to get too carried away with this little adventure of ours." With that, she turns and disappears into the park, leaving you alone with your prize and the memories of the day's encounter.
Ada walks away, a small smile playing on her lips, as she thinks about the surprising encounter. She feels a flutter of excitement in her chest, a sensation she hasn't felt in a long time. It's a mix of annoyance and amusement, of power and vulnerability, and something else she can't quite put her finger on.
She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She can't afford to get distracted, not with her busy schedule. But as she continues her walk, she can't help but glance back one more time, wondering if she'll ever see that mysterious fan again.
As the days go by, Ada can't shake the memory of her encounter with the mysterious fan. She finds herself thinking about him more often than she'd like to admit, wondering what he's doing, if he's thinking about her too. She tries to push the thoughts aside, focusing on her work and the demands of her career.
But every time she sees a pen or a piece of paper, she can't help but remember the feel of his skin against her fingers, the intensity of his gaze. She shivers slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she recalls his audacity, his playful teasing.
One night, as she lies in bed staring at the ceiling, she whispers to herself, "I wonder if he's thinking about me..."