Eleven
The next day, I took Alexander out to watch a movie. He was calmer than me, admiring the scenery along the way, while I was trembling, feeling that we were surrounded by crazy fans.
I was absent-minded when watching the movie and always looked down at my mobile phone to protect myself from being found by crazy fans.
Finally, Alexander was a little annoyed. He took my hand and said, "Stop playing with your phone."
I put my phone away, but he didn't loose his hand until the light of the cinema was lit up.
My palms were sweaty.
Alexander said, "This movie was adapted from a real story. So it will be better for you to write something with your real experience."
"Oh." I lowered my head and chose the drink to hide my panic.
He poked my shoulder. "What about writing a novel of ' Dating with a Star' next?"
"Which star?"
"For example... an actor, 24 years old, 6 inches high..."
I glared at him and said, "You can directly tell me your name and ID number?"