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discussion to look away. Andrew was easy-going and talkative, and soon he was on the roll with a story from when he and Kiro were young.
    ‘ Did Kiro ever tell you how he got lost at the Metropolitan museum? Kiro was about five years old, and since I’m four years older, my parents put me in charge while they went on a small tour. We where suppose to stay in the main hall, and mum gave me money to buy some chocolate. As soon as I turned my back on him he…’
    ‘ You spent that money on game cards,’ Kiro interrupts. Andrew just smiled and raised his shoulders. Then he continues about how he had to search half the museum to find his brother. He is a funny narrator, and I found myself relax in his company. Kiro pretended to be annoyed with some of his jokes on his expense, but I saw him hold back some laughter himself. It made me envious to see the relationship between the brothers, and I couldn’t help thinking if I would have experienced the same with my siblings if things where different. I hide those thoughts and try to focus on the story instead.
    I assume d Alice was back when I sense someone joining us behind me, but I don’t turn around. I was leaning towards Andrew and looking at some pictures on his phone, he wanted to show me some from the last time he went to Italy. It looked beautiful. He also made me laugh when he included some less unfortunate pictures of some of his co-actors. Some magazine would pay a fortune to get their hands on those.
    ‘ I hope your not showing her the pictures from our Vegas trip,’ a voice behind me said.
    I almost jump ed at the sound. It wasn’t Alice who was standing beside me, it was him. Although the voice didn’t sound the same as it did on the big screen, I recognise it easily.
    ‘ Ah, Chris, have you had a chance to look around? I hope you have bought at least five of my brother’s pictures,’ Andrew said playfully. I was afraid to look up, but are forced to when Andrew takes his phone back in his pocket. Then Andrew points at me.
    ‘ This is Sara, one of the artists in Kiro’s group.’
    While knocking Christopher lightly on the shoulders, Andrew turns to me. ‘Sara, meet my overpaid and overrated best friend Christopher Petrelli.’
    ‘ Don’t listen to him, he is just jealous because my last movie earned back more money than Taken has in its three seasons together.’
    His voice was beautiful, dark and sensual. I had to focus to hear the words instead of just relishing in the sound, and I kept staring at his lips. I felt ridiculous.
    ‘ It’s nice to meet you, Sara,’ Christopher continues, reaching for my hand.
    I can feel the room moving. Definitive star struck. Ridiculous. Giving him my han d, I take a step backward. I tried to smile. My heart was beating so hard, I was sure everyone in a ten-foot radius could hear it. And then it skipped a couple of beats by his next movement. He doesn’t shake my hand like I have seen him do all night. Instead he does the same as Andrew had done, he lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it. I follow his movements mesmerized, unable to look away. When his lips touch my skin, I feel an electrical current running through my body. I was sure he noticed it to, and he holds my stare as he straightens.
    ‘ I saw you when I came inside,’ he said, still holding my hand. ‘At first, I thought I recognised you from somewhere, but I can see now that we haven’t met before. Have you been in London for long?’
    He must have noticed my accent, and I was suddenly self-conscious. But after two years in this country I thought I could hold my own. The bigger problem was finding my voice to answer. I tried clearing my voice, only to find it dry and un-cooperative. It would have been embarrassing if Alice hadn’t show up just then, handing me another glass of champagne. I smiled thankfully to her, and released his hand to accept the drink. After a quick taste of the liquid, I finally found my voice.
    ‘ I’ve been in London for