Christopher was already sat inside the ampitheater, fiddling with the pen in between his fingers, occasionally checking his watch for the time. He's nervous. He doesn't need to be. But he is.

He also had a copy of her book in hand, his favorite out of the ten of them. Of course he brought his own, he wanted it signed by her.

There, she walked towards the podium, with a few bodyguards following closely. She's breathtaking. "God damn she's gorgeous." He muttered under his breath.