Chapter 7 : It's Like You Read My Mind
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"How did you guess it?!" I asked Dylan, quiet shocked. How can he say that to me nonchalantly as if he read my thoughts.
I automatically covered my head with my hands like a fool. I frowned and pouted when I hear Dylan laughed at what I did.
"I didn't read your thoughts." He pointed out to me.
"You just did." I accused him with squinted eyes, still covering my head. "See, you just told me what I was thinking while I cover my head." I pointed out.
Dylan Shook his head while I hear him chuckle. "You're really so cute."
I pouted and glared.
He just laughed. "I didn't have to, even if I could though I really can't read your thoughts, it's just that your easy to read. With both your actions and expressions. It's also not hard to guess that you didn't tell your friends about your hobby of writing fictions because what you write are inspired to things that you see and noticed in your surroundings. And probably with the music you're listening to, you said my band's music also inspires you to write fiction." Dylan explained to me.
I'm flustered as I nod in agreement with what he said. I didn't realized that I'm that transparent.
"Don't worry, it's just easier for me to read and realize what you're doing and probably thinking because we're both an artists, I'm more aware and sensitive with this kind of things. So, you don't have to worry about your other friends and acquaintances." Dylan assured me after he pointed out to me what he noticed and realized about me.
I sighed with relief. Since I don't really want to be exposed to others by being 'easy to read' with my actions and expressions.
Like Dylan said, as an artists, we tend to be sensitive with things that others don't really get or noticed at once. So, that also means, despite sharing my thoughts by writing fiction, I also want that certain anonimity. It's my thoughts and story the only thing I want to share but I don't want any recognition from it. I'm also not confident with the fiction I'm writing, unlike with how I'm so confident with how I took photos.
"Are you done with taking photos? I think we're about to start descending from the top of the ferris wheel." Dylan reminded me.
I blinked a few times as I arrange my thoughts. "Well, almost, but since I already know who your are, can I take a photo of you without your mask and shades that's mostly covering your face?" I asked Dylan hopefully. "I promise I won't post or share it anywhere. It's be a private photo that we really met in the ferris wheel and shared a cabin together." I added.
Without a word or hesitation, Dylan took his mask and shades off his face, even the hoodie and that was covering his head. "In exchange, tell me your pen name." He just said with a smile.
"Fine." I agreed. Well, it's not like he didn't know about it already.
"And take a photo us instead of just me and then send it to my cellphone." He also requested.
"That's also fine." I told him while I set up the camera once again.
And it didn't take long before we were posing in front of the camera, I'm even surprised and flustered when he draped his arm around my shoulder on the very last photo we took. I thought my heart would leap out of my chest!
I was so excited and blushing when I saw the photos from the camera's screen. We look like a sweet young couple in it. And when I sent it to Dylan's phone, he looked satisfied with the photos and even made one of our photos - the last one - as his wallpaper!
Ahhhhh! This guy really....
"What?" he asked me in a teasing voice.
I swear I'm blushing again.
"I...uh...I mean, what if someone see your phone?" I asked him, shy and blushing and a semi-mumbling tone.
"It needs password and my thumb print, so unless I open it myself, no one can see it." He confidently told me.
That's right, Dylan's screen saver is a photo of his guitar, and before someone can open his phone it needs to be verified by password and his finger print. So, unless they're successful with opening it which is impossible, no one can see the wallpaper on the phone.
"And no one knows your password?" I asked dubiously.
Dylan shook his head. "Nope. My phone has apps from my bank accounts and stocks, I can't have just anyone knowing about my privacy by another person. Even my manager and assistant don't know about it." He explained to me.
"You're a very cautious person." I pointed out.
He just smile and winked at me before he put back his mask, shades and hoodie that was covering his face and head to keep being anonymous from the public.
"That's obviously a given. I'm a public figure, so being cautious is natural for me." Dylan told me after settling back comportably in his seat, with whole ensemble properly in place once again, as if he didn't took them off earlier.
"I guess you're right." I agreed to what he said while I noticed that we're almost nearing the ground since our cabin started descending from it's place at the very top of the ferris wheel before and paused there for a few minutes. "I guess our ferris wheel ride will be over soon." I muttered. I felt a bit sad knowing that our moments together will be over soon. I really enjoyed talking to him, especially since he's also my bias as an artist and idol. So, this is really a great time and opportunity for me to hang out and talk to him even for a short moment. No other fans of his or his band members ever managed to have this kind of unforgettable and unexpected experience before.
I'm such a lucky girl. This is probably my lucky day!
My cheerful thoughts got cut off when Dylan asked me, "So, what's your writing account and pen name?" he asked curiously while his phone was already on ready to type on the search engine of his phone.
My smiling face almost turned into a bitter grimaced!
- Writer
