“Quinn,”
I replied him and shook his hand.
“Quinn,” he said my name and
suddenly I felt butterflies rushing out and flying inside the pit of my
stomach. “Nice to meet you, Quinn.”
I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Justin.”
Justin, again, looked straight in my
eyes and as if he found my soul, he didn’t bother to look away. The security
finally asked me to go. Justin waved his hand and went back to whatever he was
doing.
It was a weird thing. Why did Justin
want to know me so bad? I mean, he met few other beliebers who were clearly
much better-looking than I am. Well, I still enjoyed the tingling moment when
he hugged and shook my hand. It was enchanting.
***
So, my summer was all about that.
Ever since it happened, I kept getting mails from unknown sender. A week ago, I
checked my mailbox and found a post-card. ‘Thank you, Quinn’ was written on it
and it got signature at the bottom right of the card. The initials were obvious
and clear, Justin Bieber.
“How did he find me?” I asked myself
while holding the card in front of my chest.
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