"I told you Zachary Quinto is gay!" She said accusingly. Foster turned away from us and held back a snicker.
"My name isn't Zachary." I said in an attempt to set the teen straight.
She looked at me disbelievingly. "Uh huh, sure it isn't."
Gallow tugged at my pant leg, "Daddy who's she?"
"I don't know kiddo." I have been confused for whoever this Zachary dude is far too many times and have become sort of experienced in dealing with these types of situations. But I've never had any one else with me, leaving me a whole new area for exploration.
"My name is Gabriel." I said in last effort.
She looked at her friend and started jumping they were simply giddy about meeting whoever the hell they thought I was.
"Can I get your autograph?" The one girl beamed.
I looked down at Gallow who was peeking out from in between my legs. Foster looked content just watching the scene unravel before him. "Foster why don't you and Gallow go look at some games."
Foster realized that was his cue to leave and took Gallow by the hand to the nearest toy aisle. I looked back at the two girls who were practically squealing from excitement. Scary.
Speak Gabriel! Don't make me come out there! "I don't know who this Zachary dude is but I'm not him."
It took my driver's license, my social security card, my birth certificate, and a business card, before I convinced them that I wasn't Zachary Quinto. My my my these girls are persistent.
They were pretty embarrassed. What the fuck do I do know? I made up my mind, gave them an autograph and they walked away laughing nervously.
Wow. Okay. Foster ...and Gallow. Toys.
Gabriel.
I don't know who the hell she was talking about but I can assure you I'm not him.
I told you you look just like him!
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