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

`` Omigod, Emma Watson! You're Emma Watson!'' I can hardly believe my eyes. My words slingshot out of my mouth like an excited school girl. My energy must have been contagious, because without missing a beat, she fires back. `` Yes! I am!'Have been my whole life! *Giggles* She's even more beautiful in real life. Short, but not too short. Petite, but not too petite. Beautiful, but in that natural, girl next door way. A nervous pause interrupts my gazing. 
 
 Pre-programmed by those before me, I rip my phone from my pocket. `` Um, can I take a pic with you?'' Her eyes light up devilishly and she quickly glances around. `` No,'' she whispers. ``... but I think I'd follow you to your flat.'' At least that's what the barista told me she said, through his hysterical laughter. You see, I was never good at deciphering an English accent, and when she asked to see my flat -- I thought she said,'No, because I think you're too FAT.'' I was embarrassed, and defensively shouted, `` WOW, OKAY. BYE THEN!'' And fled to the bathroom. When I returned, the barista interrogated me, asking why I just refused taking Emma Watson to my apartment. To this day, the smell of caramel macchiato makes me sick to my stomach. 
 
 
 
 
 

