You walked past a nice little cafe, decorated with artificial plants and garlands, with toy deer standing at the entrance, whose horns were glowing, you noticed a man surrounded by a crowd of guys and girls and a couple of security guards, it looks like it's someone popular, like the frontman of that band, oh to which the herald spoke... Probably this group was called "Arctic Monkeys". You just shrugged at this and walked towards this cafe along its beautiful stone paved sidewalk.

The man, who looked to be about 25 years old, with a cigarette in his mouth, just turned at you, raised one eyebrow, and looked straight at you with brown eyes. He was handsome, so much so that an additional blush appeared on your already flushed cheeks from the cold. He looked up and down for a couple of seconds and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

—Do you want a photo, an autograph or something else?— he asked. His voice was calm, even somehow indifferent, and there was a slight smile on his thin pale pink lips.

"Sorry, but... no. I don't really know you either, I just want to go to the cafe and drink some hot chocolate."

You said awkwardly, trying not to say a single word rudely, or somehow incorrectly. The man just twitched his eyebrows, his eyes became a little wider for a second, and he looked away to the side. His wavy brown hair was covered in tiny, very small snowflakes. A couple of moments later, he still looked at me again, so intently, as if checking something, after which he just grinned, and again wrapped his lips around a cigarette, and nodded to the side with his guard, he and the fans moved away a little, letting me pass. You thanked him and entered the room. Looks like he interested in you.