I walked keeping my head down, the cold of New York hit my cheeks and I tried to hide from that feeling with my coat, I missed L.A. New York had a stressful, boisterous pace that I was not used to but was there for Rami, not for pleasure. My parents had traveled back the same day that Rami and I had flown to NYC with the promise that we would visit them soon.
- Good morning, can you give me a Machiatto and an Americano to take - I entered the cafeteria making my order giving small jumps. God! It was not supposed to be so cold anymore, it was February. Damn climate change!
- Of course, whose name? - The barista answered me with a smile
- Lucy - I answered in a friendly tone
- In a minute
I nodded standing aside to wait for my order, I was about to take out my phone to write to Ben ... We had a pending conversation
- Lucy Boynton? I can not believe it - someone distracted me before I could do it - Congratulations
- Sorry, what? - I said confused observing a woman, probably around my age
- I'm Jane Carter, from Hollywood reporter
A reporter?
- Oh ... - I said confused but clearly it was a coincidence.
- Congratulations - she repeated
What did she mean? For all the Oscars that BoRhap had won? For Rami's award? To the edition award in which I had participated?
- Sorry, I'm not following you - that woman made me nervous
- Your contract with Rami Malek finally ended, the Bohemian Rhapsody promotion finally ended
Wait a minute
- I don't know what you're talking about - I spoke in the most polite tone I could
- The news is finally out, blind gossip got all the information. Now you can stop pretending and let Rami enjoy his success and so his fans will stop calling you a leech
- Lucy - someone called me with my order but I watched with an open mouth at the reporter who looked at me with a sly smile
What did she just say?
- Sorry, I must go - I muttered without knowing how to respond to the attack of the girl
- I'll see you in the MET gala, I'm sure they will invite you but not for you... for him
I gave him a look without saying anything and took my order and practically ran out of the cafe feeling my eyes wet.
A contract? Leech?
They were really saying such terrible things about me? Rami fans really doubted the authenticity of my love for Rami? They did not believe in us?
- Hello baby - the voice of Rami brought me back to reality and I realized that somehow I had walked in automatic to our building - Is it for me? - Rami pointed to the Americano that I carried in my hands
I nodded in silence still upset by the not so pleasant meeting. I watched Rami come back from the salon wearing his Elliot haircut.
I will miss your curls, I thought out of nothing
- How bad do I look? - Rami smiled sipping on his coffee and running a hand through his short hair
I shook my head to form a weak smile
- That can not be possible - I made my voice sound normal but Rami knew me more than that
- So what's wrong then?
