[ WP ] You 're standing in a queue at Starbucks when someone bumps into you . You turn and it 's Emma Watson .

I glanced back, then looked again. She really was gorgeous. I always had a thing for short-haired girls, and hers was practically a buzzcut, just a few locks at the back left longer. It set off her clear eyes and fine jawline. From the jawline my eye naturally travelled downwards, and the next thing I saw was a blue lanyard. I had one too - it came with my work ID badge. If I was lucky I should be able to read the name. 
 
 *Emma Watson*? Surely it could n't be. What would Emma Watson be doing working for a second-rate telecoms company? But then, she did look roughly right. Maybe, just maybe... 
 
 `` What name?'' the barista asked. 
 
 `` Emma.'' 
 
 He looked hard at her, then down to her badge. Her expression got colder as he stared. In the end she just put the money on the counter and sat down. I ordered my mocha and sat next to her. 
 
 `` You must get tired of that, I should think. I'm Dan, by the way.'' 
 
 `` You have *no* idea. I hate giving my name in here. The worst of it is, if I say something else they assume I'm really her giving a false name. At least this way there's an element of doubt.'' 
 
 `` Mm. If I were you I'd probably start playing with it. Call myself Nicki or Lucy. You could get a bit of amusement out of it.'' It did n't seem to amuse her much. Oh well... 
 
 `` Hermione!'' the girl called. With a face like thunder, she went up to collect the cup. 
 
 `` Well, we know what *his* mind was on!'' I said. She did n't seem amused - perhaps she could imagine the picture in his mind. 
 
 `` There must be things you can do, are n't there? Change your looks, or something.'' 
 
 `` I tried that. I got a pixie cut when she was Hermione. Then she got one too and I was no better off. That's why I have this. If she gets it shaved I'll have to buy a wig.'' 
 
 `` You'll get your badge tangled up!'' 
 
 She looked down, and pulled it off in annoyance. I removed mine too, pulling my mullet out of the loop. 
 
 `` No, seriously, it does get better. When she gets older people will at least stop leching at you. It is hard, I know.'' 
 
 `` You know? You *can't* know what it's like. To be constantly called by the right name for the wrong reason, and never to be able to correct people... it drives you mad. I did think of a deed-poll, but I'm damned if I change my name because of people's stupidity.'' 
 
 She would have said more, but the counter-girl called across, `` Umm... *Hawkeye*?'' I went over, grinning at her. Over at our table Emma's mouth fell open as she read my name-badge.
