What's this, Droz with another Gemma Arterton story? You're damn right it is. I'd feature her everyday if I could, but she doesn't get out enough and the cops kept busting me when I try to climb the wall to get some shots of her in her home. Which is one of the reasons I can't go to England ever again. But that's not important. What is important is that Gemma was at an event and looked adorable and hot and flawless and every other positive adjective you could think of to describe her.
She even waves in an adorable way. She's waving to me, you know? She knew I'd see this picture and she had to give me a wave to tell me how much she still loves me. I still remember that night when she was taking a bath and I was there with my telephoto lens, and for one moment our eyes met and the universe came together perfectly. It wasn't her fault that the cops showed up a few minutes later. I know she was just calling a friend to tell them she'd just the man of her dreams. Oh Gemma, we're so perfect together.