Sean Quinn came downstairs and saw Don Joyce taking pictures with a few young fans. He wore an affable smile, and he really did look a lot like Flynn Lynch. But it was only a slight resemblance. Flynn Lynch was Flynn Lynch. Flynn Lynch and Stella Lockwood shared a bond forged from spending all their time together, and Don Joyce could never become Flynn Lynch.
Thinking of their younger days, his eyes flickered with a dark, distant light.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sean Quinn?"
One of the fans, a slightly older boy with a ponytail, spotted him. His eyes lit up, and he immediately came over, asking delightedly.
Sean Quinn gave a curt nod. "I am."
The boy with the ponytail had a look of worship on his face. "You've always been my idol in the industry. I never thought I'd get the chance to meet you today. I'm so happy... C-could you give me your autograph?"
"I'm not a celebrity. An autograph isn't necessary." His refusal was blunt.
