
Blaine was so caught up in snapping as many pictures as he could of gold
stars with the names of his idols etched inside them outside
Grauman’s
Chinese Theatre that he had no idea he was about to collide with someone
just going about their daily lives. A wisp of blonde hair caught in the lense of
his camera was his only warning. Too late. His feet skittered to a halt right
when they were pressed chest to chest with one another barely avoiding
impact. Embarrassed beyond belief, his camera dropped to hang around his
neck and both hands came up between them as he took a jump backwards
to give Chris some space.
“I’m so sorry! Stupid tourist not paying attention to where he’s going,” he
blushed and cringed as he reached back to rub his neck. “I’ll..uhm..let you
be on your way,” his hand gestured for Chris to pass on the downswing as
he bowed out of the way trying to hide the blush warming his face by not
quite making eye contact.

