*A note-- "scooter boy" is a guy the MC embarassed herself in front of the day before this scene*
I’m looking at a set of armor—like “a knight in shining armor”—when I see him. I have to do a double take before it even clicks. James. Scooter boy. He’s wearing a starched white shirt and blue jeans with those faded sections on the front.
I duck behind the armor, and squat down like the shoe is the really interesting part.
“What are you doing?” Cindy says, so loudly I want to smack her.
Just for effect, I actually polish the shoe. I consider spitting on it, but I think that might get me in trouble.
“Oh my god it’s the Prince!” One of the French girls shouts, and even though I don’t want to be spotted, it’s just too good to pass up.
I stand up, looking towards James to see if he sees me. He does. He’s walking right towards me. I try to pretend like I haven’t seen him, and instead look over at the French girl. Where’s the prince? I’m looking all over the place, and I don’t see anyone. This sucks. I blew my cover and I don’t even get to see him.
A weird sensation prickles down my spine as I realize that everyone is staring at James.
Even the French girls.
The tour guide pipes up, “Well Ladies and Gentleman, it appears I was wrong. Please meet his Royal Highness, James Ballantine, Crown Prince of Feirwey.”
And then I faint.