I was leaning against the side of the door looking over at Miranda. She was speaking in incredibly rapid Spanish into the microphone. She had to, otherwise the sync with the lip motions would turn out to be a load of crap, I mean does Pan's Labyrinth voice over mean anything to you? Yeah, that's how bad it would have sounded. She moved on at the speed of light, and I, A.D.D. that I was had to look away at something more interesting.

I started walking down the hall looking in through several windows, watching other people record whatever it was they were working on. I turned half-heartedly again, very bored, and looked through one more window. It proved to be very interesting.

He was standing with a set of the huge headphones they have you wear over his ears. His lips moved and his hands moved to them, almost as if he was actually acting out whatever character he was voicing. That's what he should have been doing, but most people forgot that even though you're animated, you're still the character.

He said something that made him smile, an instant later he rolled his eyes and then bit his lower lip ever so slightly. I was captivated by him to say the least. He continued talking and I continued watching, I had then, perhaps for the first time in my life, found something that could keep me distracted for longer than ten minutes, because when I looked at the clock I realized that I've been standing there for nearly twenty minutes. Sometime between sentences I know he's seen me. I want to stay but I know I have to go finish recording my part. I slowly turn away and walk to my own little glass room, opposite Miranda. Unlike her, I'm not recording for animation, I'm recording a book. I get the part of the O.C.D. father. I know what he goes through, I'm not a father, but I live with Miranda, and she's a slob, and I really am O.C.D.

"Mira eso, que desmadre has hecho. !Y en my cuarto para acabarla de fregar! Por Favor, salte ahora mismo y no vuelvas a entrar a este cuarto, !Jamas! Me entiendes chiquillo."

I take a breath and look up. He’s standing outside my window with a slight smile on his face. He leans back and I stop reading noticing how slender he is. The smile moves against his jaw like a stretch of silk over a willow frame.
It takes two yells in my ears to remind me where I am and what I'm supposed to be doing, Crap! now I have to do it again. Luckily when I look up again, he’s gone.

After Miranda and I are done, we walk over to the window. By then she knows everything about the cute boy who's caught my eye. He isn't there so we walk away. Miranda leans her head on my shoulder and I wonder if she's still shedding.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur"

 A voice light enough to put a feather to shame reaches my ear. I turn and he is standing there, blue eyes almost literally alight, and his brown hair gets hit at that particular moment by a blast of air and gets mussed up. It is the cutest thing in the whole fucking world, I stared shamelessly.

"Oui" I manage to respond. And he smiles that one smile again.

He hands me an envelope and the smile loops to one side. I think I must have lost another ten minutes, because he's not there anymore and Miranda is dragging me out the door. She is also smiling like an idiot, (like me!)

"Bon, le lettre, qu'est dit?" she asks. I turn away from her and open it. Inside there is a picture of him leaning away from the camera, the muscles of his arm stretch out as one had reaches out to the camera and one finger manages to curl back, beckoning me closer. Two words are scrawled across the picture. I smile and turn it over, a phone number and two addresses are written. One in Lyon, and one in London. I turn to face Miranda, who can by the smile tell that something major just happened.

"Mon Dieu, Qu'est-ce dit le lettre? S'il vous plait, dit moi!"

"Seulment deux mots, et son numero de telephone" I answer and she raises and eyebrow.

"Quel mots?" she asks and my smile fades as anticipation runs through me.

"Venez-moi"

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