"Hey Lisa! Over here!"
No point being embarrassed. Lisa broke into a grin for the cameras and put her hands on her hips, striking her best model pose.
"Thanks," she called back at the crowd that had assembled around her. "I'm thinking about starting an underwear line." Actually not a terrible idea. Rosé should be able to work with that.
But now was not the time to think about merchandising. She had missed Jennie. Lisa needed to get back into her room to get her car keys, but it was going to be hell making her way through this crowd - and then she'd have to get someone from security to let her back into the suite. No, there was no time. Lisa needed to get to the airport now if she had any hope of catching Jennie.
The paparazzi were still firing off questions as their cameras clicked away. "Hey Lisa," one of them shouted. "Where's your underwear gonna be for sale?"
Lisa turned her head and looked straight at the photographer who had asked the question. It was the guy who'd pulled up on a motorcycle a few moments before, leaving his bike propped at the side of the road. A motorcycle. That could work.
"Hey man," Lisa said to the pap. "There's an exclusive interview in it for you if you give me your pants and the keys to your Harley right now."
That got his attention. The photographer lowered his lens and stared back in surprise. Lisa could see the wheels turning inside his head, mentally calculating how much he could make from the deal.
Lisa gritted her teeth in impatience. She didn't have time for this. "C'mon," she said, snapping her fingers. "Tick tock. Offer expires in 15 seconds."
Without another word, the photographer reached down and began to unfasten his belt.
