Nervous.

That night I can't sleep. How can I do that after what happened at Dylan's concert? I am still speechless.

Flashback:

"Olivia, am I going to see you again?" I stop breathing for a second. "We'll see." I leave the room, and I am seriously having breathing problems. How is that even possible? I squeeze the hoodie in my hands nervously.

I don’t need Freddie's help again to get out of here, so I walk out of the stadium and reach my sister. "Can I please know what the hell happened in there?" she asks, waiting for an explanation. "He...he gave me one of the merchandise’s hoodies" I scream, showing it to her.

"Olivia, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?" She looks more excited than me. "Ally, I don't know! I just went into his changing room, and he gave it to me...He said that he had to give it to a fan and that I was the first to come to his mind. I couldn't believe it; I mean, there are so many fans, and then..."

I stop, waiting for my sister to process all the information that I just gave her. "AND THEN WHAT?" She asks, almost screaming. "I thanked him, and when I was about to leave, he pulled me back to him and asked if he was going to see me again... I didn't know what to answer, so I just said: "We'll see."

Allison is about to explode, and I can’t help but laugh. "Thank you; this couldn't happen without you. I will never thank you enough. You are the best sister ever. I love you!" I pull her in for a hug. God, I am such an emotional person.

"I love you too, Liv. Now let's get into the car; it’s pretty cold out here." She breaks the hug, and then we get into the car. I’m thrilled but also very tired. After one hour, we get home and try not to make any noises because our parents are already sleeping. We go to our bedrooms, and after brushing my teeth and removing all the make-up, I put my pajamas on and get into bed, starting to stare at the ceiling.

End of the flashback.

I check out my phone. It's only 3 am. I seriously don't know what to do. How am I supposed to sleep? After one hour of trying to do something relaxing for my brain, I can finally close my eyes and sleep; I was tired as hell.

I wake up at 8 am. What the...?! I slept for only five hours! It's Sunday, so it means that I don't have school. That makes me instantly happier. I go downstairs to make some coffee, but then I realize that I can go to the café and eat a donut or something. I love that café, they all know me there, and everyone is friendly to me. Unfortunately, this place is not that known because it’s in a quiet neighborhood in Toronto, so not many people visit it, making it a perfect place to read and study.

I go to my bedroom and open my closet. I put on the hoodie that Dylan gave me and a pair of blue jeans.

Then I reach the bathroom and put some make-up on, just to cover the tiny pimples on my forehead. Since it's Sunday, I am the only dumb ass awake, so I try not to make any noises and leave the house. I put my headphones on, and I listen to Dylan's music as always. I take the bus, and after ten minutes, I am in front of the café. Since it’s only 8:40 am, no one is there.

As always, there is Sam. He is one of the waiters of the café, and I know him since I was fifteen. He became an excellent friend of mine. Also, he is handsome. He is twenty, so there isn't a lot of difference between us. He is one of the most polite people I have ever met, funny, and always cheers me up when I am sad. But guess what? He has a girlfriend. Her name is Chloe, and she is a bitch. Seriously. She cheated on him twice, but Sam loves her way too much to forgive her. She doesn't deserve him; he is such a kindhearted person. Like I said before, Sam and I are just friends, but that girl always thinks that I want to steal her man, threatening me a lot of times that if I don't leave him alone, she will make my life a living hell. Of course, Sam explained to her that we are just friends, but she didn't believe him. I don’t really care about her, though.

"Hey" I greet him. "Hey!" He pulls me in for a hug. "What are you doing here at 8:40 am? It's pretty early." I break the hug. "I don't know either. Also, I am exhausted because, as you know, yesterday I went to Dylan's concert." He smiles and asks right after: "How was it? How was meeting him? Tell me, Liv! And where did you get the hoodie? I know that it is pretty expensive!" I get excited again just about the thought of it.

I take a deep breath, and I start to tell him everything. He perfectly knows how much I am obsessed with Dylan and how much I love him. I finish the story with: "And he gave me the hoodie himself! When he pulled me and asked me if he was going to see me again, oh Sam, I stopped breathing for a second. And then I left while Allison was waiting for me outside. She was more excited than me when I told her what happened."

Sam looks at me, shocked. "Girl, are you serious?! He could give that hoodie to anyone, but he gave it to YOU! And...don't freak out, okay? I gotta tell you something..."

I look at him, worried. "What? What's wrong, Sam? Something bad happened? Just tell me, we will figure it together!" He bursts into laughter. "No, it's actually something that It will make you freak out. So…a couple of days ago I was working here as always. It was 8:30 am. No one was here because it was pretty early. Suddenly, the door opens and what I saw almost made me freak out. I mean, I freaked out inside, because outside I had to contain myself. It was the first celebrity that we had to serve. And guess who it was? IT WAS DYLAN FOSTER! He ordered a black coffee, and thank God no one else came to the café; otherwise, they would’ve asked him for a picture. He also said that he would come here more often since it’s a quiet place and gently asked me to keep his identity secret. When he was about to pay, I told him that he didn't have to and offered him the drink. He is such a sweet and humble person!" I scream. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I AM GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS!"

At that moment, the door opens, and my jaw drops. No, this is impossible. Am I dreaming right now or something? Dylan Foster is right in front of me, and when he recognizes me, he gives me the biggest and the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen. "Olivia! I knew that I was going to see you again! How are you, hun? Sam, nice to meet you again too. Well, of course, you work here! Sorry, I am so stupid." He laughs, and I can't stop staring at him. I don't even know what to answer. I stutter: "I-I am fine, thank you, Dylan." When I tell Allison about this, she will freak out, I am sure.

"Do you mind drinking something with me?" He asks me. Okay, I am going to die sooner than I thought. "How can I decline an offer like this? Of course!" I answer way too excited. He chuckles, and after Sam takes our orders, Dylan and I sit in front of each other.

"So, Olivia, how is it going?" Am I having a conversation with Dylan Foster? I bet that I will wake up soon because this must be a dream. "Ehm...actually, I never thought that I would have a conversation with you, so I am pretty nervous. But I am fine, thanks. You chose a perfect place to drink coffee; here, they make an amazing one. I come here often, almost every day. Sam is an excellent friend of mine, and I come here to study too because it is pretty quiet."

He nods and answers: "Oh, glad to know that. Then I will come here more often; maybe I will have the chance to see you again. By the way, how is the hoodie? Do you like it?" He tells me, pointing at my hoodie. "Oh, I love it! It's so comfy, and it also keeps me warm. Thank you so much for giving it to me." He smiles, and then Sam comes to our table, giving us what we ordered. "You like cappuccino, eh?" He asks me while I nod, blushing. I love when he says "eh"; it’s such a Canadian thing. "And you like black coffee, eh?" I reply.

The cool thing is that it’s like talking to an average person, you know, just "Dylan”, a Canadian dude. Not at the "Canadian singer". I mean, when he talks to you, he acts like a normal person, not like a celebrity.

He makes you feel comfortable while you are having a conversation with him. And that's how I’m feeling now. Even if I perfectly know that I’m talking to one of the most famous and talented singers globally, I soon start to feel comfortable and stop stuttering.

When I get up to go to the bank for paying my meal, Dylan takes my wrist and stops me. "Let me pay for you. It would be a pleasure." I can't refuse, so he goes to the bank and pays for both of us. Then he reaches me and says: "It was nice to meet you again, Olivia. I hope that it won't be the last time." He smiles at me, and then he walks out. Yes, I am definitely dreaming.