Well, Viggo and I met way back in the summer of 1998, before all you girls were swooning over him for his role as Aragorn. Perfect Murder was just released in America; Psycho was all wrapped up, ready for release later that year and Viggo was about to shoot scenes for A walk on the moon.
That summer I just finished my 2nd year of Biology at the Antwerp University (Belgium, Europe) I was bored and wanted a vacation, far away from home. So did my friend Hanne, who suggested we went to her uncle’s house in Santa Monica, Los Angeles. It sounded perfect!
We so had the time of our life, that in the end I didn’t want to return home, I was going to stay and find an au-pair job. Hanne’s uncle and aunt were helping me sort everything out and soon I had an interview. A friend of a friend of Aunt Becky knew a guy with a son…
So, there I was, barely 19, alone in America, with trembling hands at the front door of my job-to-be. I rang and a smiling kid answered the door. I guessed he was about 10 years old, blond with sparkling blue-greenish eyes. “Dad’s busy painting, I’ll go get him, just wait a second!”
A nice, cosy house surrounded with lots of green. The second I stepped in I saw what the kid meant by painting: every inch of the walls was covered in colourful canvasses, pictures, drawings, and photographs… It was definitely a ‘guy’s’-house, nothing to frilly, just practical.
“Hi, you must be the au-pair…” a warm voice broke the silence. My knees started to turn into jelly… I turned around and was dumbstruck, wow! “Ehm, yes! I’m Fem,” and offered him my hand. He fumbled with an old cloth, wiped his hands and nervously shook mine. “Hi, I’m Viggo and you already met my son, Henry. Ehm…” He looked as flabbergasted as me! This gave me the time to give him a look-over…
No shoes! Paint splodges covered his toes *gasp* Baggy trousers and a worn shirt covered in more paint. Hmm he seemed well build. Dark blond, long hair, nearly shoulder length in a ponytail… My first impulse was to brush back those strands that escaped, but I was halted when I caught a glimpse of his eyes… Deep pools of sky-blue with specks of green stared right into my plain brown ones. Oh god, how did I get so lucky as to be sent here?!
I let out a sigh, audible because the corner of his mouth curled up in an amused grin. “Ehm, let’s sit down and talk. You’ve got a résumé I believe?” Magic, it must be. How else do you explain it? How old did Mrs Perez said he was? Almost 40? He barely looked 30!
Well, he made quite an impression, but so did I he confessed to me later! I’ve never had any luck with jobs, but this was one in a million!
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