I sit at my table waiting for the fans to come in. I've always loved having comic cons in New Jersey. The fans are always amazing here.
Eventually, large groups of people start filing in, screaming and waving at me. I wave back and smile, getting ready for them. I take pictures, autograph, give hugs, the usual.
After about fifty people, an especially pretty girl walks up that looks about in her twenties. Something about her just makes me swoon.
With a nervous/excited look, she runs up to me and gives me a hug. I pick her up (she's very light) and spin her around.
She says, "Oh my gosh, I love you so much!", and tears start falling down her cheek.
"I love you more!" I say, kissing her cheek.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Grace." she answers, a huge smile on her face.
"That's a beautiful name!" I reply.
We take a couple of pictures, one where I hold her bridal style. I catch her staring at me, which makes us both blush. The bodyguards say that her time is up.
"Bye Misha!" she yells after giving me one last hug.
"Aw, I'm gonna miss you!" I yell back, laughing.
Two hours later, all the fans have finished photo ops and autographs. I notice something shiny on the floor. I bend down to pick the object up. It's a necklace.
I turn it around and in small letters it's says, "Belongs to Grace Howell." It includes a phone number...just in case it gets lost, I assume.
I open the necklace up to find a picture of Grace, the fan that I kinda became fried a with.