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“Oh, no.” Shane gave a tiny sigh, and then fixed a pleasant smile on his face.
“Fans?” asked his mom.
“Yep,” he answered under his breath.
“Here? In the hospital parking lot?”
Shane didn’t answer, looking over her shoulder with that fixed smile. Yuna turned to see a clean-cut young couple approaching excitedly. The young woman almost shrieked. “Shane Hollander, right? Oh my God!”
“Hollander-Rozanov,” corrected Shane. “Yes. Hi.”
“Can we get a picture?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at her boyfriend/husband. Yuna noticed that the man was frowning, his mouth pinched. She stifled a smirk, feeling sorry for him.
Poor fellow. He was a candle to the sun, compared to her beautiful Shane.
“I have to tell you, we’re Metros fans,” the woman gushed, “but we still love you. I still have your Metros Funko figure in my car, right now. And you’re even cuter up close.”
Shane stiffened, and looked away. “Well, I’m kind of busy, because I’ve gotta get to the stadium soon. Team meeting and all. But a quick selfie is okay.”
“I can take a proper photo,” said the husband, pulling out his phone. “Of the both of you.” Yuna didn’t blame him for not wanting to appear in the same shot as Shane.
“Oh, wait, can I grab my Funko Shane first? Then he can be in the picture too.”
Shane hesitated.
“Our car’s just three or four down,” added the husband.
“Well, okay,” said Shane. He turned to his mom. “So I’ll call you on the way home, right, to see how Dad got on.”
“Yes,” she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Talk later. I love you.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “Love you too, Mom.” The young woman was practically jumping up and down with delight as she moved towards her own car, keeping her gaze on Shane the whole time. Her husband, waiting for Shane, was looking between them with what seemed to be exasperated impatience. Yuna had a feeling that that the fan was going to be clingy and gushy and awful in the photo. Shane would hate it.
Yuna touched Shane’s elbow. “Will you be okay? I can hang around till you’re finished.”
“Mom,” said Shane quietly. “It’s a photo. I do them all the time. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay,” said Yuna, turning back to the path that led to the specialist centre. She didn’t want to keep David waiting, just on the off-chance that his appointment might have finished on time. When she reached the door she glanced back to see the man with his hand on Shane’s shoulder, pointing to a car down the line.