only when he had finished laughing that he noticed his bodyguard was now standing at the table next to a blonde-haired woman in a green top, preparing to escort her away.
‘ Get off me!’ Freya shrieked, flapping her arms so as to relieve herself from the bodyguard’s grasp.
‘ Roger, it’s OK. If she wants an autograph I’m quite happy to do it,’ Nicholas Kaden spoke hurriedly as he watched Freya attempting to rid herself of the tall, black man.
‘ I don’t want a pissing autograph! What I want is my table, the one you’re sat at. My friend booked this table, she reserved it for us, for my birthday and now you and your cronies are squatting on it!’ Freya exploded, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.
‘ Squatting on it? What does she mean?’ the super-blonde haired bimbo next to Nicholas Kaden asked.
‘ It means occupying something that isn’t yours. It’s an English expression,’ the woman who had tried to buy Freya’s rolls commented.
‘ Look Lady, we’re trying to have a quiet meal here. How much would it take for you to go away?’ Gene Bates, one of Nicholas Kaden’s co-stars asked, turning around in his chair to face Freya.
‘ Oh my God, it’s always about money with you people isn’t it? You must lead sad shallow lives for money to mean so much to you. I don’t want your stinking money; I don’t want an autograph or a snap for the album. I want you to realise that you’ve ruined the night for me and my friend. But I don’t expect that means anything to you,’ Freya carried on, unable to contain her emotions.
She glared at Nicholas Kaden, the bimbo, the Roll Lady and back to Nicholas again. He was just sat still in his chair, looking back at her, offering no comment.
‘ Go away you stupid girl. You’re drawing attention to us and that’s the last thing we wanted. Roger, perhaps you could organise someone at the entrance,’ Roll Lady spoke to the bodyguard.
‘ Well perhaps you should have thought about unwanted attention before you stole someone else’s table - you invited this situation!’ Freya yelled back.
‘ Roger, please escort this woman away,’ Roll Lady ordered.
Freya again avoided being manhandled by the bodyguard. She quickly turned around, grabbed a large basket from the waiter serving a group of four behind her, and slammed it down on the table in front of Nicholas, narrowly missing his plate of food.
‘ Bread rolls Mr Kaden. I hear they’re your particular favourites. Well, tomorrow morning, place in a warm oven, wait ten minutes and voila, breakfast. Give her one less thing to fetch for you,’ Freya finished pointing at Roll Lady.
Her point had been made to her satisfaction and not wanting to be forcefully ejected from the restaurant Freya turned and left the way she had come, oblivious to the fact that the whole restaurant was now looking at her.
Once back with Emma she took her arm and pulled her towards the exit.
‘ Come on, we’re leaving, we’ll go and eat at Petroholis Restaurant,’ Freya told her, still shaking with anger.
‘ What did you say to him? Did he speak? What was he like?’ Emma questioned excitedly as she let herself be dragged along.
‘ I hardly noticed,’ Freya replied.
‘ Who was sat with him? Was it Bob Crosby and Gene Bates?’ Emma enquired.
‘ They were all rude and one of them looked like an anorexic Barbie,’ Freya answered.
‘ Hey!’
The loud yell made both women stop and turn around to where the shout had come from. Nicholas Kaden was a few yards away from them, hurrying down the street to catch them up, much to the surprise and delight of the people he passed in the street.
Eight
‘ Oh my God! Hollywood’s finest is running down the road chasing us. Freya, what have you done? I think I am going to die,’ Emma muttered, paralysed to the spot.
‘ I’m surprised he doesn’t need someone to help him walk,’ Freya replied, watching him
‘ Get off me!’ Freya shrieked, flapping her arms so as to relieve herself from the bodyguard’s grasp.
‘ Roger, it’s OK. If she wants an autograph I’m quite happy to do it,’ Nicholas Kaden spoke hurriedly as he watched Freya attempting to rid herself of the tall, black man.
‘ I don’t want a pissing autograph! What I want is my table, the one you’re sat at. My friend booked this table, she reserved it for us, for my birthday and now you and your cronies are squatting on it!’ Freya exploded, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.
‘ Squatting on it? What does she mean?’ the super-blonde haired bimbo next to Nicholas Kaden asked.
‘ It means occupying something that isn’t yours. It’s an English expression,’ the woman who had tried to buy Freya’s rolls commented.
‘ Look Lady, we’re trying to have a quiet meal here. How much would it take for you to go away?’ Gene Bates, one of Nicholas Kaden’s co-stars asked, turning around in his chair to face Freya.
‘ Oh my God, it’s always about money with you people isn’t it? You must lead sad shallow lives for money to mean so much to you. I don’t want your stinking money; I don’t want an autograph or a snap for the album. I want you to realise that you’ve ruined the night for me and my friend. But I don’t expect that means anything to you,’ Freya carried on, unable to contain her emotions.
She glared at Nicholas Kaden, the bimbo, the Roll Lady and back to Nicholas again. He was just sat still in his chair, looking back at her, offering no comment.
‘ Go away you stupid girl. You’re drawing attention to us and that’s the last thing we wanted. Roger, perhaps you could organise someone at the entrance,’ Roll Lady spoke to the bodyguard.
‘ Well perhaps you should have thought about unwanted attention before you stole someone else’s table - you invited this situation!’ Freya yelled back.
‘ Roger, please escort this woman away,’ Roll Lady ordered.
Freya again avoided being manhandled by the bodyguard. She quickly turned around, grabbed a large basket from the waiter serving a group of four behind her, and slammed it down on the table in front of Nicholas, narrowly missing his plate of food.
‘ Bread rolls Mr Kaden. I hear they’re your particular favourites. Well, tomorrow morning, place in a warm oven, wait ten minutes and voila, breakfast. Give her one less thing to fetch for you,’ Freya finished pointing at Roll Lady.
Her point had been made to her satisfaction and not wanting to be forcefully ejected from the restaurant Freya turned and left the way she had come, oblivious to the fact that the whole restaurant was now looking at her.
Once back with Emma she took her arm and pulled her towards the exit.
‘ Come on, we’re leaving, we’ll go and eat at Petroholis Restaurant,’ Freya told her, still shaking with anger.
‘ What did you say to him? Did he speak? What was he like?’ Emma questioned excitedly as she let herself be dragged along.
‘ I hardly noticed,’ Freya replied.
‘ Who was sat with him? Was it Bob Crosby and Gene Bates?’ Emma enquired.
‘ They were all rude and one of them looked like an anorexic Barbie,’ Freya answered.
‘ Hey!’
The loud yell made both women stop and turn around to where the shout had come from. Nicholas Kaden was a few yards away from them, hurrying down the street to catch them up, much to the surprise and delight of the people he passed in the street.
Eight
‘ Oh my God! Hollywood’s finest is running down the road chasing us. Freya, what have you done? I think I am going to die,’ Emma muttered, paralysed to the spot.
‘ I’m surprised he doesn’t need someone to help him walk,’ Freya replied, watching him
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