AUTUMN
"Alex Wolf?"
Hearing his name through another voice is the last thing I need right now. Especially when that voice belongs to an eager, lusty-eyed female. I look past him at a tall brunette with red lipstick and dark eyes. She's in a pretty formal pantsuit like she could talk art in circles around me. I instantly hate her.
Alex turns, and I hate her even more.
"No way. No way are you Alex Wolf!" she squeals, clapping her hands like a schoolgirl. "I can't believe you're here! Oh-my-God, oh-my-God, oh-my-God! I am your biggest fan - seriously. Your biggest fan!"
"Nice to meet you," he says, because he's polite like that.
"Oh-my-God - can I have an autograph?"
"Sure."