approach.
‘ Hi. Look, I’m sorry about your table,’ Nicholas spoke as he reached them.
‘ Save it,’ Freya snapped immediately.
‘ It’s OK. Banas is one of the best restaurants in Kassiopi, it’s quite understandable you would want to eat there,’ Emma said diplomatically.
‘ Yes, but really not at the expense of your evening,’ Nicholas insisted.
‘ So what are you going to do about it? Finish up? Skip dessert and give up the table?’ Freya asked him.
‘ No. But I was hoping you would come back and join us - perhaps we could share the table,’ Nicholas suggested.
He seemed taller in the flesh and more athletic in build than Freya had thought him to be. His usual dark hair looked like it had been bleached by the Corfiot sun but his eyes were as large and as blue as they appeared on screen. He was now offering an olive branch and that made him appear less arrogant. Perhaps some of what she had said had hit home.
‘ No thanks,’ Freya responded immediately.
‘ Freya!’ Emma exclaimed in horror, not believing her friend was about to pass up the opportunity of having a meal with a film star.
‘ I wanted to spend the evening with you, not him and his stuck up entourage,’ Freya spoke, not caring who heard.
‘ Would you excuse us, just for a second,’ Emma said to Nicholas and she jerked Freya just out of earshot.
‘ Freya, that's Nicholas Kaden. NICHOLAS KADEN! He’s won two Oscars, he models for a famous aftershave and he is worth millions. He is one of the most famous men on the planet and he’s asking us to have dinner with him,’ Emma told her.
‘ Emma you know none of that impresses me,’ Freya reminded her.
She looked again at Nicholas who was stood still in the same spot, looking away from them and trying to avoid drawing attention to himself.
‘ Well you don’t have to be impressed. You can be as unimpressed as you like, but I know people who would kill for this opportunity - me for one,’ Emma told her.
‘ You want to have dinner with him,’ Freya stated.
‘ I want us to have dinner with him, at the restaurant we planned to eat at, at the table we booked, just with extra dining companions. We can still do everything we wanted to do and still see the sunset if we hurry up,’ Emma spoke.
Freya sighed. It wasn’t the evening she’d been looking forward to, courting rich people and making small talk. She looked at Nicholas again. He looked slightly uncomfortable stood in the road on his own. His hands were still in the pockets of his dark jeans and then he turned and looked at the two women. He caught Freya’s eye and she hurriedly looked back to Emma.
‘ But, it’s your birthday, so you should decide,’ Emma told her.
‘ OK,’ Freya replied.
‘ OK? You mean we can go and have dinner with him?’ Emma asked.
‘ Yes, why not? He did run a full fifty yards on his own without a camera rolling,’ Freya said.
‘ Great! Great! I can’t wait to tell my mum about this! Ooo it’s so exciting!’ Emma said as she and Freya walked back over to Nicholas.
‘ Are we going to eat together?’ Nicholas enquired.
‘ Yes we are. We would be delighted to join you for dinner,’ Emma told him.
‘ You’re both happy with that decision? Because I have to say that the girl who had red hair this morning looks kinda put out,’ Nicholas remarked.
‘ I can tell Roll Lady has been bigging me up,’ Freya replied with a half smile.
She was so doing this for Emma.
They re-entered Banas and Nicholas arranged an additional couple of chairs for the two women to sit on. The waiter took their orders and Nicholas had more champagne brought for the table.
The other people dining with them were hurriedly introduced by Roll Lady, much to her displeasure. The slim blonde seated next to Nicholas was his romantic interest in the film, Hilary Polar. She was not immediately recognisable to Freya or Emma and it transpired that this was her first major movie. Gene Bates and Bob Crosby
‘ Hi. Look, I’m sorry about your table,’ Nicholas spoke as he reached them.
‘ Save it,’ Freya snapped immediately.
‘ It’s OK. Banas is one of the best restaurants in Kassiopi, it’s quite understandable you would want to eat there,’ Emma said diplomatically.
‘ Yes, but really not at the expense of your evening,’ Nicholas insisted.
‘ So what are you going to do about it? Finish up? Skip dessert and give up the table?’ Freya asked him.
‘ No. But I was hoping you would come back and join us - perhaps we could share the table,’ Nicholas suggested.
He seemed taller in the flesh and more athletic in build than Freya had thought him to be. His usual dark hair looked like it had been bleached by the Corfiot sun but his eyes were as large and as blue as they appeared on screen. He was now offering an olive branch and that made him appear less arrogant. Perhaps some of what she had said had hit home.
‘ No thanks,’ Freya responded immediately.
‘ Freya!’ Emma exclaimed in horror, not believing her friend was about to pass up the opportunity of having a meal with a film star.
‘ I wanted to spend the evening with you, not him and his stuck up entourage,’ Freya spoke, not caring who heard.
‘ Would you excuse us, just for a second,’ Emma said to Nicholas and she jerked Freya just out of earshot.
‘ Freya, that's Nicholas Kaden. NICHOLAS KADEN! He’s won two Oscars, he models for a famous aftershave and he is worth millions. He is one of the most famous men on the planet and he’s asking us to have dinner with him,’ Emma told her.
‘ Emma you know none of that impresses me,’ Freya reminded her.
She looked again at Nicholas who was stood still in the same spot, looking away from them and trying to avoid drawing attention to himself.
‘ Well you don’t have to be impressed. You can be as unimpressed as you like, but I know people who would kill for this opportunity - me for one,’ Emma told her.
‘ You want to have dinner with him,’ Freya stated.
‘ I want us to have dinner with him, at the restaurant we planned to eat at, at the table we booked, just with extra dining companions. We can still do everything we wanted to do and still see the sunset if we hurry up,’ Emma spoke.
Freya sighed. It wasn’t the evening she’d been looking forward to, courting rich people and making small talk. She looked at Nicholas again. He looked slightly uncomfortable stood in the road on his own. His hands were still in the pockets of his dark jeans and then he turned and looked at the two women. He caught Freya’s eye and she hurriedly looked back to Emma.
‘ But, it’s your birthday, so you should decide,’ Emma told her.
‘ OK,’ Freya replied.
‘ OK? You mean we can go and have dinner with him?’ Emma asked.
‘ Yes, why not? He did run a full fifty yards on his own without a camera rolling,’ Freya said.
‘ Great! Great! I can’t wait to tell my mum about this! Ooo it’s so exciting!’ Emma said as she and Freya walked back over to Nicholas.
‘ Are we going to eat together?’ Nicholas enquired.
‘ Yes we are. We would be delighted to join you for dinner,’ Emma told him.
‘ You’re both happy with that decision? Because I have to say that the girl who had red hair this morning looks kinda put out,’ Nicholas remarked.
‘ I can tell Roll Lady has been bigging me up,’ Freya replied with a half smile.
She was so doing this for Emma.
They re-entered Banas and Nicholas arranged an additional couple of chairs for the two women to sit on. The waiter took their orders and Nicholas had more champagne brought for the table.
The other people dining with them were hurriedly introduced by Roll Lady, much to her displeasure. The slim blonde seated next to Nicholas was his romantic interest in the film, Hilary Polar. She was not immediately recognisable to Freya or Emma and it transpired that this was her first major movie. Gene Bates and Bob Crosby
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