As they were in the car, she still could not believe, when she reflects that past few hours, that a stranger sat at her table, claiming to be her soulmate. How can it be, that some people seem have no boundaries at all, manners, or whatever. Sure, he was clearly already drunk, but what on earth?

“Are you alright?” A voice next to her asks. “Yes of course!”, she replies. “Well, now you know, how crazy it can get, when you are in my position.” the other woman says: “To be honest, since today, I was never thinking about these things.”. Violette answered. With a yawn, the other woman replies: “Never mind, I also had to get used to such incidences. God I am really tired, I am sorry.” The second woman, cuddles next to her husband and sleeps away soon, who smiles at her.

Violette continues looking outside, looking at the streets, they are driving through. She was never in London until this week. She knows, that they will drive a bit longer now and so, she could again think about what happened. Could she have done something different? Did she give strange signals? Was it all her fault? How many unstable people might be out there? She had already a not so nice experience with a guy, she never met before, in the past and was glad, that today she was at a event, where the security was not too far, due to the celebrities she was surrounded with. She looks at the couple next to her and it seems like, also the husband has dozed off and thinks, how strange it was, that she was at the BAFTA Awards herself. Something, she only have known from TV and newspapers, until today, and all, because of this too lovely people next to her. Is now the life starting to change? Is this the end and the beginning of a nicer time, after all this struggles in the past? Sure, she was not alone with it and for all there are many more out there, who have hardships to take, but for so long, she had the feeling, it does not matter, what she did, she ended up in a way, where she did not feel anything of the good old “Karma”. The driver looks at her and says: “Are you alright Ma’am?” A bit shy, she replies: “I am a bit thirsty, but I can wait, until we are at the house.” “You do not have to wait Ma’am. Do you see that little drawer looking like thing in front of you?” Violette nods. “Just open it and take what you want.” She could not believe what she saw. As she opened it, there were several little cans and bottles in there. The driver smiles shortly, before his eyes are wandering back to the street. Still amazed of that “magic drawer”, she decides to take an ice tea and opens it, while thinking: “was that really happening?” Watching out at the window, where still a part of London passes, she felt more and more sleepy. Also the rain got more intense and Iggy Pop’s “Cry for love” starts to play at the radio. A snore next to her can be heard. It turns out to be Roses husband Dylan. The wipers of the windscreen are now on the highest level possible, that the driver can see the street.

 

She was reading a note at the mobile which said, that her companions are still in the traffic jam, due to an accident at the motorway. She realised suddenly a shadow and as she looks up a guy, with a breath, smelling as he drank already some strong stuff, sits in front of her and as soon as she sees him he says: “I know, that might be strange for you, but I really think, I am your soulmate.” She could not do more at that moment, than continue to stare. “God I watched all the movies you are in, I read the interviews and of course watched those, you gave.” Violette tries to say something but was cut off by him. “I am sorry, for being rude, but I am scared, that as soon as I let you talk, I have no chance anymore. I tried it already earlier, as you were not known that well, but just had not the guts to do so.” Violette tried to reply again, that she is waiting for someone and so on, but he just continued. “In all these years I did not read that you are married, or with a boyfriend, so I just thought, it happened, because you were also waiting for someone special. I have known, that it is not a coexistence, that you are often making holidays in the country and county I was born, I also was in places, in which you also was later seen on films and photographs. Like a very well-known restaurant, I was there, because we had a presentation there, which had to do with a company I once worked for. I was so thrilled to see a photo from you, being at this restaurant, years after I was there. You even were at films, which were partly filmed in an area I also already was and on top of that, it was an area, I was living due to my work. Do you realise that this is everything else than a coexistence?” “How did you got in here?” At least this was Violette able to say, before he started again. “Oh, not so difficult, when you are one of the waiters, although, after a while, I pretended to be sick and well, here I am.” Violette realises that she only stared again at this strange guy. He did not look bad, actually had a nice suit and was not bad looking, but what the hell? “So you stalking me since a while?” She says in a nearly hysterical way, but also aware, that he must confuse her with someone else. “No, not stalking, I would have not even the time and money for it. That is the downside, I have to say, that I only earn so much, that I survive.” His eyes are suddenly lighting up: “ But, I really try hard to get a better paid job you know. Of course I could never manage to have so much as you have, but I promise you, that you do not have to pay me anything.” Now he looked a bit confused and says: “Oh did I mix something up? I thought you have cut your hair for the recent film you are in.” His eyes light up again. “What a fool I am, of course you had a wig. How could you cut your beautiful long hair? I love it so! Please promise me, that you never will have it only to the shoulders, like in the last film. Please.” Violette just looked at him disturbed. She does not realise, that not far away, a guy just came back to the table, seeing that scene and starts to wonder, why the woman seems to be uncomfortable, he wanted to go to the table, as his grown son, who has an health issue, that he cannot be alone for too long, needed his help. Violette was not aware, that help would be near and says to the stranger: “Please excuse me I really need to go to the bathroom.” She even felt a bit guilty by it. He smiled and says: “Of course, you do what you have to do. I am so delighted that I can talk to you.” She goes outside, but outside she passes the bathroom and goes into a more quiet corner. She hardly could dial, because she was nearly tearing up and being close to a panic attack. She hears the tone and thanks god: “Rose speaking”. “I am sorry do disturb you, but please tell me you are nearby, please.” Rose realises the panic in Violette’s voice. “We are still at the motorway, it is moving slowly now, but we missed the ceremonies anyways and can be glad, that we can still have some dinner, when we are coming. I am sure it is the first time, one of the nominated were on another screen in a car.” Rose laughs, but adds soon. I am so sorry, that this happened, but you do not have to be in such a panic.” “Rose, it is not about that, I do not know, how to tell you.” “What is wrong Violette?” Violette has already wet eyes. “Rose, there is a guy at the table, who says that he is so in love with you….” “With me? What?” “Well, he was nearly talking non-stop so I could hardly explain anything, I am really scared, I do not know what to do.”. Rose knows the Violette nearly got r*p*d only a couple of years ago. She was walking home from work and it was already after sunset, she says to Violette: “Violette, listen to me, calm down.” “It is so hard”. “Yes I can understand that, listen now very carefully. There should be some people with headphones in one of their ears. Have a look for them, before you return and tell them, what is going on. They are the security, but keep it down, so they know, how to get the police in and so on OK?” “But I am not a real celebrity, I am only a relative,…” Meanwhile in the dining hall, the guy from the other table realises, that the woman is not there anymore and that the man starts to look upset. “Violette, get yourself together, go to one of these guys ore women and explain what is happening right now. Tell them your second name. You are on the guest list, it does not matter, if you are well known or not. What did you tell him, what you do.” “I said to him that I need to go to the bathroom, what if he finds out, what if,….” “Violette, for Christ sake, calm down! You went to the ladies room and ladies rooms are often have a cue, do they have it not? Get yourself together and watch out for such a person. Can be man or woman, with a headphone. Than explain, what was happening.” “Alright, alright.” “OK, I am really sorry, it takes so long, but I am sure, when you talk to them, it will be sorted soon, alright?’ Violette replies a short “Alright” and hangs up. She breathes 3 times and looks around while heading slowly back to their table, than she sees one of them. A huge black guy, she walks to him., still nearly tearing up. “Sir?” He turn around, sensing that there is something wrong. “What is it Ma’am.” “I have a problem, there is a guy at our table, which should not be there.” “Alright, what is your second name?” “Turner”. “Oh, one of the Mrs. Turner?” Violette only nods, but the guy sees, that she is scared. “Ma’am I suggest you go back, I’ ll keep an eye on you and we both wait for the police, alright? Can you do that?” “I hope” she replies. Another person used that quiet corner for a phone-call and saw the situation from the distance. Violette also looked at the table and saw in horror, that the guy is already walking towards her.. The guy who was just at the phone, notice that something is not very right, while walking back, as he is next to Violette, he asks her: “Hey, did you also had enough of the noise in there?” pointing with the head to the dinning hall. “Violette was again a bit shocked, as no less than Cillian Farrell stood in front of her. “Well, amm.” “Oh there you are”, the strangers voice could be heard behind her. She looks at Cillian and he sees, that she is in fear. “Hello and you are?” Cillian asked: “Oh, My name is Mathew. Please to meet you sir.” “Please to meet you.” Cillian replies.  “Are you together here?” “No, we just met, like you did, I suppose.” “Yes, we just pumped into each other,” Cillian replied, “although, she might not remember, that we once were both in little supporting roles a while ago.” Violette says: “Oh I indeed do not remember.” “Ah, don’t worry.” Cillian replies. The security guy was observing the whole scene from the distance. Meanwhile the driver could exit the motorway, so that Rose and her husband could arrive at the venue of the Bafta-Award-Celebrations. Being not far from the entrance she sees Violette, Cillian and another guy and she and her husband are walking down there. Violette was so delighted as she saw Rose. The guy, who was looking at the arriving woman, was thinking he saw a ghost. “What a hell is this now?” “That is what I wanted to tell you all the time, I think, that you confused me with my twin-sister.” He is looking at Rose in shock, but soon says to Violette: “That is a trick, right?” Violette shakes her head. Rose says: “No we are truly twins, but Violette would be too shy, to be in public, like myself. But she also always encouraged me, that I should do, what I do. Without her, I would not be here today and well, that is, why I wanted her at our table.” Meanwhile also the police arrived and gets guided quietly through a back-door to the place, where they are. “And who is this.” The stranger asked in a certain voice. “This is my husband Dylan. “What? Why could you do that! I am your soulmate, you cannot marry another one!” Violette started to cry as the stranger was starting to get more and more angry, Cillian, who did not leave all the time, was giving her a hug, while the police were taking the guy away., who was still shouting what b*tch Rose would  be to do this to him. “After all this excitement, we should now go inside”, Rose says to Violette. Violette answered: “I look terrible now.” Rose takes Violette’s hand and says: “let’s go to the ladies room.” Cillian looks at Dylan and during walking in, he asked what happened that Violette seemed to have a panic attack. Dylan says to Cillian, that he should ask Violette herself, what happened a couple of years ago and Cillian only says: “You are right, whatever it is, maybe it is better, when she tells me, if she can.” Cillian pointed to a table which stood diagonal from theirs and says: “Maybe we can have a chat later?” “It would be great”. Dylan replied.

The ladies where soon back on their seats. Both were renewing their make-up. As Violette sits down, she realises that Cillian is nearby, what she did not realised before. He nods at her and she nods back. Rose says: “You know, he is single since a while.” Violette looks at her and says: “Not really, because I still do not read the yellow press, sorry.” Suddenly the first flashlight appeared just next to her. One of the photographs spotted her sister. Violette has to blink a few times with her eyes, because the flashlight blinded her, but hears a “May I?” next to her. As she looks up, Cillian stands there, who came over to their table. She also sees, that this one he was, looks empty. Violette nods and looks at him and asks: “Where is everyone?” Cillian says: “Well I think you realised my sons condition, did you.” “Yes, and I am sorry about it.” “You do not have to be sorry. He is still a great young man, but cannot be without someone, who is looking after him. He is my family and I wanted him with me, but I also organised a person we both know well, who takes him over for a few days, do give me a break. I normally look after him and I am really glad to do so, after all he is my son and I love him.” Violette looks at him and replies: “I could see that, although it was only the last few minutes. I am so sorry, that I did not realise you earlier.” “Well first of all you where occupied and well, we also where not the whole time at our table, after we were finished with our dinner. You do not have to apologise at all. Well, I realised, that your name is Violette?” “Yes, it is.” “Well, I guess you might know, who I am,” he says “Of course Mr. Farrell.” “Oh god, I feel like I am a grandfather when I hear that. Please, say Cillian.” “I try it, but I have to confess, that it might be difficult, because normally I do not meet such people like you.” “So you never met an Irish lad?” “No, that is not what I meant, I mean,….” “I know, it is because I am famous, whatever that is. It seems like, that people always forget, that we are only humans too.” “That is right”, Violette says, “but it is also rare, that the normal once, like me, are meeting people like you, is it not? I mean, it is quite difficult, because of the security, the venues,….. I mean, I am only here, because of my sister, otherwise,…..” “Well”, Cillian says, “And that is exactly, how maybe it should be. May I ask you something?” Violette gets a bit red and replies: “Of course, even when I get a bit nervous.” “Don’t worry, I only bite once in a while,….” Violette interrupts, “Oh yes, I remember that. It seems like, not so many know that there is a movie existing, where you are miming a vampire.” Cillian looks amazed and asks: “You really know that one?” “Yes, and I really liked it.” “Wow, I did not expected that.” Violette only shrugs with her shoulders. “So”, Cillian starts carefully, “it seemed like, you had a panic attack out there. I think it had to do with that guy?” “Well, you are right, I suddenly felt very unwell.” “Has it to do with something in the past?” Violette looks down as she nods. Cillian just says: “Look, I guess one creepy guy an evening is enough, I think.” Violette looks at him again tears are coming down her eyes. Cillian just gives her a tissue: “I am sorry. Look, if you do not want to talk about it, than it is alright. But with that reaction, I assume there happened something not so good in the past and I think that had to do with a guy.” Violette blows her nose, but also nods. “Do be honest, you still handled the situation really good. And whatever happened in the past, you got over that as well, so you can be proud of yourself, alright?” Violette drank from the glass of water in front of her and says: “Oh god, I feel so stupid right now.” Cillian smiles at her and says: “It is alright, whatever it was, you will talk about it, when you are feel alright about it. So if you know that movie, can it be you know more?” Rose seemed to listen to them since a while and says: “She is a movie nerd, for all mid 80s to mid 2000s. I have no clue how many she watched and how often, but she loves movies. It is one of her favourite things.” Violette turned red again and gives Rose a little hit on her arm. “Violette, I just tell him the truth.” Violette replies: “Great, now I even feel more empresses.” “Why is that?” Cillian asks. “Violette answers: “Because it seems like, that I do not do anything else.” “Well, to be honest, I only got more curious about you now.” “You are kidding me,” Violette answered. “No, not at all.” Their Conversation continued while some more and more photographers are appearing and while Violette thought, that it is about Rose, who gets photographed, she did not realise, that it also had to do with Cillian and herself. After a time, Rose said that she is very tired and asked, if they can go home. Before they went to the car with the driver, Cillian gave Violette his number. Violette was so in thoughts and reflection, that she did not realise, that they left the city behind and were already arriving at the rented accommodation. The driver was saying from the front: “Ladies and Sir, we are at your destination.” Dylan was waking up Rose and asked, if she has the keys. She gives it to him, while Violette got out of the car, with an open mouth. “Are you kidding?” She asks. Rose just laughs and says. “Hell it got cold. Really want to get out of this dress and into bed. I am so tired, I want to sleep proper.” The driver went already down the street as all are going inside the house. Inside of it, the pair showed, Violette the room. “That should be a room? Looks more like a little apartment.” Rose yawned and says, “Whatever. Good night.” And leaves Violette alone, who checked her phone, because she could not believe, which phone number she got. Because she was born in the 1980s Violette has still a “good old phone-book” as she often says. She is glad, to have it, because she already had an issue, where she dropped a phone and it was on such a hard surface, that it did not work proper anymore. Violette does her night routine and goes finally to bad.

It was later as she thought, as she woke up the next morning. She hears already some noise from the kitchen and assumes that either her siter or her brother in law is already up. Violette takes a shower and goes downstairs. Rose looks at her and says: “Did you sleep well?” “It seems like too good. It is nearly lunchtime!” Rose replies: “You are on holidays, so what the hack?” “Actually you are right.” Violette sees now, that Rose looks across the room and sees her brother in law there. “What’s wrong?” He only looks at her and says: “About last night.” “Oh, I feel so sorry for this stupid panic attack, but…..” He only starts to grin at her and turned around the papers he has in his hands and says: “You made the news.” With wide open eyes she sees the front page and at the headline you can read: “Has Cillian Farrell a new girl-friend?” At the same moment, her mobile phone at the kitchen table rings.