Little did he know....
~*~
She was thin. It was the first thing he noticed about her. Thin and with fake braids that ended just under her shoulder blades. He felt sorry for her- she obviously couldn't afford real hair so she settled for that plastic stuff. It didn't look bad on her though, and her face was pleasant enough to make up for it.
She dressed well, too. She wore snug jeans; just tight enough to show off her figure but not slutty, and a khaki blouse with a tie. Frogs, it looked like. To top it all off, she had on very stylish Doc Martens and a black blazer.
He saw her staring at him and smiled a little to himself. He was used to being looked at, he was, after all, a stud. The only problem was, he could never tell if he was being looked at because he was a stud or because he'd been a Power Ranger. It didn't really matter, actually, when he thought about it.
She walked slowly up to him, her eyes never leaving him. "Umm...." Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "Are you who I think you are?"
He gave her his best 'kiss me' smile. "That depends on who you think I am." If she hadn't been so dark he was positive she would have flushed red.
"Are you Austin St. John?"
"Yup," he nodded, slightly disappointed. She was obviously a Power Rangers watcher, which at her age had to mean she was insane.
"Oh wow.... It's me, Kittie!"
He froze. Was he supposed to know her? He immediately began to go through his mental inventory. Was she an actress? Not with that hair. Did he know her from school? Who the hell was this and why did she think he knew her?
"We talked on the phone," she insisted, beginning to sound a little upset. "You called me darlin'!"
He blinked. _Oh damn, I call everyone darlin'! We spoke on the phone...?_ One look at her told him she would be very upset if he admitted he didn't know her, so he decided to pretend. What could it hurt? "Of course," he smiled down at her, "I could never forget your voice, Darlin'."
She beamed. He grinned. His good deed for the day was done. Then she grabbed him.
~*~
"What?" It popped out before he could stop it, and he winced at his annoyed tone. She didn't seem to notice.
"Or Mickey Mouse," she continued, shifting her grip.
"I'm sorry, I don't follow-"
"Never mind." She gave him one more good squeeze and pulled away. "Thanks, I always wanted to hug you."
"Really?" He looked around for a getaway route, but he had a feeling she'd follow him no matter where he went.
"Well, you're so big.... Your arms I mean, I'm not being vulgar...."
He rolled his eyes; she didn't see it. "Oh. Listen, I should probably go...."
"Oh... Did you ever get your email set up; can I give you my address? Or should we do phone again?"
"Ummm...." He thought about it... she was harmless enough, really, he might as well throw her a bone. "Phone is good. Can I have your number again?" _No way I'm giving you mine._
"Sure, it's...." She rattled it off and he pretended to listen.
"Let me write it down," she continued.
_Damn._ "Okay." He'd have to call her now. At least if he'd forgotten the number his conscience would be clear, but now he'd feel guilty if he blew her off. Oh well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He could only hope.
"Here," she pulled out a small business card and scrawled her number on the back of it. "I also put my email address on there, so...."
"Okay, thanks. So, umm... nice meeting you."
"I never thought I'd meet you, especially here! I mean it was a total fluke I could come to California in the first place! See, my net friends Rebecca and Wyndy, we're members of JANAS, do you know what that is?" He shook his head wearily. "It's the Jason Andrew Narvy Appreciation Society. Anyway, we had this trip up here, and they helped me pay for my ticket. I just came in here for some chips and dip, you know? And when I saw you-"
He sighed and forced himself to focus. This was turning out to be a very strange day.