The last thing you expected to see when you looked up from your phone and on the busy sidewalk of New York City was him.

Tom Blyth himself. He had sunglasses on which seemed to be a failed attempt at hiding away from some paparazzi now.

Great. He probably won’t get a picture with you if you were to go up and ask.

Maybe he would. But that’s a hard maybe.

You pondered over it for a moment.

Thinking, thinking, thinking…

…Then you decided to go up and ask.

What’s the harm at all?

If he says no, then he says no. Not a big deal.

You get the confidence and walk up to him.

What do you say? Or do?

Your time is pretty slim now that the walking sign will probably light up soon, then he’d just walk across the street and probably leave without even knowing you were there.