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"It smells delicious in here." Said my blue eyed hero. Damien White Knight. I have been crushing over him since I was ten. I first saw him in the music video of blank space with Taylor Swift. Honestly, I was so jealous of Taylor Swift that she gets to work with him. I never met him in person until today and he isn't even noticing my presence.

Looking up to meet my eyes finally noticing my presence and leaving his mobile alone. I have been trying to grab his attention for more then hour now and the smell of my food did the job. Wow, great!

His blue eyes were so captivating. The color of his eyes so bright. It was so easy to fall in the ocean that was in his eyes. So powerful, those eyes pretty beautiful, too.

His brown hair begging me to touch them. I have never seen a man having such soft hair before. God took his time creating him, perfecting him in every way. I have seen perfection in the form of Damien White Knight.

I nodded as I digged into my pasta. He looked at my pasta and I thought he might be hungry too.

"Do you want some?" I offered.

"I don't wanna be a bother to you, kid." He said and put his attention back to his mobile. I wonder what's so interesting is in it. He seems to be typing. Is that his girlfriend he is talking with? Or Taylor Swift?

"Well, I have more." I said, grabbing his attention back. He licked his lips and replied, "Ok then, I'm hungry as hell." I gave him a big smile.

I heated some pasta in the microwave making sure it's not much hot to burn his tongue or much cold. I grabbed a fork and served it to him. "Thanks!" I nodded my head at him with a smile.

"As a thank you for the pasta, its alright with me if you want a photo with me." He grinned at me. Huh!

"Why would I want a photo with you?"

"Why wouldn't you? Look at me, so gorgeous. You can tell your school friends that you met Damien White Knight. And if you want you can bring them here to get a photo with me even autographs, I don't mind."

"When creating you Jesus sure didn't forget to put some cockiness in you." I commented as I rolled my eyes.

"You don't want a photo with me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No thanks!" I really want to. But I'm so ugly the photo will be a disaster.

I started at him carefully noticing as he took the first bite, devouring it. "God, this is delicious." He moaned and continued eating.

"Who made this?" He asked when he finished eating.

"I did."

"No way!"

"Yes! I did."

"How can you even? what are you? 13?"

"16." I was annoyed with that one.

"Well kiddo, this is the best pasta I have ever eaten in my life."

"And why wouldn't it be? My daughter is the best chef in the world." Said dad as he came over to me and hugged me.

"Is she your daughter, David?" Damien asked dad and dad nodded in respond.

"Well she doesn't look at all like you." Ouch! that hurts. I held my face down as tears stormed out of my eyes. Was that his way of saying how ugly I am?

"Well, she is an exact copy of her mother." Dad told him. Liar! I don't even look like my mother. She was an irresistible beauty.

"So what's your name?" Damien asked.

"Winnie." I said and he chuckled. He is really laughing at my name infront of me. How rude. Did he not notice my father is present here too.

"Why would you name her Winnie, David?" He asked my dad.

"When doctor first gave her to me. She looked like Winnie the pooh. So chubby. So I named her that."

"Oh! That name suits her." Said Damien as he looked at me up to down. Someone body shaming me is nothing new to me. But coming from my crush hurts like hell.

"She is too cute, isn't she?" Dad smiled at me.

"Wait here, princess. I'm gonna go grab my keys and then we will be going home." Dad said as he went.

"So winnie, thank you for your pasta it was very delicious." I nodded without eye contacting.

"Let's go, princess." Dad said as he grabbed my hand and high fived Damien.

As we stepped outside,"What is his name?" I waited nervously for an answer. "Whose?" My father asked as we both settled inside the car. "The blue eyed guy." I spoke in a little voice. I know his name but I just want dad to tell me, "Damien."

"He doesn't look your age." I exclaimed.

"Because he isn't."

"So how old is he?"

"26." I know that too. Just confirming it.

I am 16 and he is 26. Not bad, I thought.

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Damien.

I turned around my bad thinking about continously. He is such a unique beauty. I would love to be with him. I can literally worship him. But how should I make him mine?

Next morning I was feeling sick. I heard dad knocking the door, "Come in" I said in a low voice. Dad opened the door and stepped inside. "Princess, you're not ready for school? You're gonna be late."

"I'm sick, dad." He put his hands on my forehead to check my temperature.

"You don't have a temperature. But you sure look like you're sick." He pointed out.

"I cannot leave you alone at this condition. Try to take a shower and change. You can come to agency with me and rest there. Is that alright, princess?" Dad asked and I nodded. Very much excited to meet my blue eyed prince. Maybe today I can ask him out.

I took a long shower making sure I smell good. Then I changed into my sundress and left my hair opened.

"So how long have you been working with Damien?" I asked casually as I sat inside the car.

"Over few months now." I nodded at that.

When we reached the building. I stepped inside and noticed Damien sitting on the couch looking at his laptop while sipping on his coffee.

"Hey man!" He greeted dad and winked at me. What was that?

"Winnie, did you not go to school today?" He asked. Before I could answer dad replied, "She isn't feeling well." "Oh! poor little girl."

"I'm gonna go for shooting now. Princess you can lay down on the couch. Damien, please look after her for me." Thanks dad.

"I will." Damied smiled at me. What a beautiful smile. It brings intense happiness to my heart.

It's been a while no one said anything. It was getting awkward for me. He was just typing on his laptop and I was getting bored. Maybe I should just have went to school. It wouldn't be this boring. But school is such a nightmare.

Moments later he stood up and then looked at me, caught me looking at him.

"Do you want something, Winnie?" Such a gentleman, my love. "No thanks!" I politely answered.

"Well I'm gonna go and get a coffee from nearby shop. You sure you're good? I can grab you some doughnuts?"

"Can I come along?" I asked in a low voice, sacred he will deny.

"Well, I don't really know. Will your father be alright with it?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to ask him?" I shooked my head in no. Dad won't allow me to go out not because there is anything wrong it's just because I am sick today.

"I think we should let him know."

Shaking my head again, "He doesn't need to know."

"Ok! if you insist." He said while guiding me out with him.

It was awkward walking with him. With my 5 feet and his 6 feet 1 inch. It looked like a fat baby elephant walking with giraffe but I'm not complaining.

"Can you walk a little slower?" I asked literally jogging beside him unable to keep my pace up with him.

With him being so tall, his legs are larger then mine making him walk fast."Sorry shortie." He chuckled at me.

When we reached the shop. We were welcomed by sweet smell of doughnuts.

I licked my lips in hunger.

But I remembered not having money so I shook my head in disappointment. Another time, doughnuts.

"Get yourself whatever you want." I I shooked my head at him. He raised his eyebrows at me, "I don't have money." He laughed at that.

"Don't worry! it's on me." He said while winking at me.