[night of January 4th]
{Robbie's P.O.V}
"So who was she?" My manager asked me.
"Some random woman that helped a stranger."
"Ok but not every woman has you giving them goo goo eyes. How is she special?"
"Even though she knew I was famous, she didn't treat me like I was. She treated me like I was a normal human being. None of the fans that I meet treat me like that."
*Chime* my phone goes off. I look down at who messaged me.
Hannah Kay🧡: Hello dear.
Me: Hi there.
Hannah Kay🧡: I know you just left but I got Alena down for a nap and got bored. Entertainment is required!!!
I laughed. She gives off the same vibes I do.
Me: So it's my job to entertain you? How do I do that mi'lady?
Hannah Kay🧡: I'm sure you can think of something 😜
Me: Why don't we play 20 questions. I'll ask first and we will start off easy.
Hannah Kay🧡: Well ask away prince charming.
Me: Excuse me? I am not prince charming.
Hannah Kay🧡: My apologies, Pan.
I like her.
Me: You've got fire. I like fire 🔥
Hannah Kay🧡: You did not just do that.
Me: 😈😈😈
Anyways, question #1: what is your favorite color? I know it's lame.
Hannah Kay🧡: Hahahaha, you are fine. My top four favorite colors are, in this order, Orange, Yellow, Pink, and Green. You?
Me: I like Red, Green, and Purple.
Hannah Kay🧡: All good colors. Your thoughts on a woman that can cook? Asking for a friend 😜
Me: Two words} extremely attractive. And your views on a man that can cook?
Hannah Kay🧡: Smash!!!
Me: 😳🫣
Hannah Kay🧡: Did I make you blush Robbie?
Me: So you would smash me?
Hannah Kay🧡: Is this one of our 20 questions?
Me: Do you want it to be?
Hannah Kay🧡: Maybe later in the game.
"Robbie!!! We are your house!!! Dude, I called your name like 5 times. Who are you texting? That girl?"
"She's not a girl, she's older than me and yes I'm texting her."
"Why?" I looked at him
"Why not? I'm single. I can talk to whomever I want. Also, can I get the number for a few vocal managers?"
"Why?"
"She's got an amazing voice."
*Chime* I look at my lock screen
YOU ARE READING
That famous knock
RomanceJust the life of an ordinary woman but one day, there is a knock at her door. It's a story about a dream I have been having for the past few days so I will be using my name and other real names. Don't like it, don't read it. I don't own Robbie Kay...
