From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

At a glance, Anne Hathaway noticed Anson.

Even though the lights in the coffee shop weren't bright and more than half the seats were already occupied, she still effortlessly noticed his presence, easily standing out from the bustling crowd.

Just a plain heather gray hoodie, messy and casual short hair drooping down, exuding a casual and bright aura between gestures, firmly capturing the casually glancing gaze.

He seemed to have the ability to become the center of attention wherever he went.

Subconsciously, Anne stopped, but just as she was about to step forward to greet him, she hesitated slightly, wondering if it was appropriate to interrupt Anson while he was talking to friends.

“Heh!”

Hannah Harris, her friend beside her, gasped, heavily covered her mouth, and turned to stare at Anne with wide eyes. Although she didn't speak, her body language couldn't have been clearer.

Anne was a little shy—

She really shouldn't have shared too many behind-the-scenes stories from the filming with Hannah.

The problem was that after the filming of "The Princess Diaries," they hadn't contacted each other privately. Today's unexpected encounter made it seem abrupt and awkward to greet him rashly, but pretending not to see him didn't seem very polite either.

Hannah shook Anne's left hand repeatedly, "Anne, that's Anson Wood, right? Right! I'm not mistaken, am I? That's him, isn't it?"

Taking a deep breath, Anne barely calmed down, "Yes, you're not mistaken."

“Anne, Anne, Anne, Anne.” Hannah couldn't contain her excitement.

Anne was a little helpless.

She knew Hannah had always wanted to meet Anson because she had shared many behind-the-scenes stories and anecdotes. Hannah was full of curiosity about Anson, but she didn't expect the opportunity to arise like this. Hannah was as restless as a flea, expressing her excitement with all her might.

Anne regretted it; she shouldn't have shared those stories.

But…

Anne still regained her senses, "We'll just go up and say hello, just a greeting. He's having a gathering with friends and definitely doesn't want to be disturbed. We'll just say hello and then turn around and leave."

Hannah didn't wait at all, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, not knowing how much she heard.

Anne stood in place, adjusting her breathing and doing some mental preparation for herself, "Okay, I'm ready."

However, her feet remained motionless.

Hannah, "Anne!"

Anne gave a wry smile, "We haven't been in contact since the filming wrapped up. The last time we met was half a year ago. Give me some time to prepare myself mentally."

Hannah bumped Anne with her shoulder mischievously, "Mental preparation? What mental preparation? Mental preparation to face the mischievous devil or mental preparation to face your crush?"

Anne was speechless for a moment, raising her hands and pretending to strangle Hannah's neck, "I will kill you, Hannah, I will definitely kill you."

Hannah cooperated by tilting her head, sticking out her tongue, and rolling her eyes, then returned to normal, "No problem, after we say hello to Anson."

Pfft.

Anne burst out laughing.

But with this interruption, Anne's heartstrings relaxed, and she finally took a step forward.

“…Anson?”

Before speaking, she was still a little apprehensive; but after speaking, she couldn't help but feel excited.

Then, Anne saw Anson turn around in response, his eyes searching for a moment, and when their eyes met, a smile climbed onto those deep blue eyes, and the corners of Anne's mouth also followed suit.

“Anne.” Anson stood up, revealing surprise, “Why are you here too?”

Anne's eyes were also filled with smiles, "This is a shop that my friend and I often visit."

“Ah!” Anson suddenly woke up, “You live in New York, right? I'm sorry, I completely forgot about it. Clearly, I'm not a qualified friend.”

Anne was about to speak when a voice interrupted from the side, "If remembering a friend's address is a requirement to be qualified, then most friends should be fair-weather friends. After all, home addresses can't be revealed casually."

Anson looked over in the direction of the voice, his face serious, "That's right, otherwise, it would be too easy for serial killers to operate. We should be vigilant."

“Haha.” Hannah laughed heartily, leaning forward slightly, and actively extended her right hand, "Hannah, Anne's closest friend.” Then she lowered her voice, “Anne has always emphasized that you are handsome and charming. I think she wasn't exaggerating."

Anne widened her eyes, "Hannah, you?"

Anson also laughed, "Thanks for the intel. Actually, Anne said it during the filming, but I thought she was just being polite, but now it seems that's not the case."

Anne couldn't believe it, "Hey, Anson!"

As a result, Anson looked directly over, his clear and bright eyes not dodging at all, making Anne's heart skip a beat. She quickly cleared her throat to hide her confusion, "Hannah is not my closest friend. Just an ordinary friend. Just an ordinary friend!”

Hannah covered her chest, with a look of grief and despair, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of Anne."

Originally, she thought Anne would panic, but she didn't expect Anne to nod seriously, "See, she doesn't understand me at all. I am this kind of Anne."

Shrugging and shaking her head, her face was calm, and she didn't look mischievous at all.

Privately, Anne, who was always well-behaved, would occasionally be playful and mischievous; but not often. This was the first time Anson had seen her like this.

If Anson wasn't mistaken, Jack should have feelings for Kristen.

Love at first sight?

So, Anson simply extended the invitation. If Anne and Hannah sat down, naturally, the two uninvited guests would become new disruptors, while Jack and Kristen, who had gotten to know each other slightly earlier, would become another faction, and their conversation would be much more natural.

Anne hesitated. This wasn't their plan, and she didn't want to disturb Anson's gathering with friends. The words of refusal were already on her lips, but unexpectedly, Hannah had already stepped forward and sat down casually.

“That would be great. I was worried that chatting alone with my 'ordinary friend' Anne would be so awkward that I'd want to kill myself."

“Ordinary friend,” emphasized.

“Hannah, Hannah.”

Then, Hannah had already reached out to Jack and Kristen to introduce herself.

Anne looked at Anson with an embarrassed expression, "Sorry, am I disturbing you guys?"

Anson shook his head lightly, giving Anne a mysterious smile, "No, actually, I disturbed them first. It's better this way now."

Anne: ? ? ?

Following Anson's gaze, it took her half a beat to react. Anne opened her mouth wide, her face full of shock, blinking her eyes, looking at Anson in disbelief, her watery, round eyes filled with astonishment and joy.

Anson put his finger on his lips, his eyes full of smiles, "Shhh."