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Lizzie's POV:
I woke up and stretched my arms before looking out of Scar's and my apartment window to see a cloudy sky. I laid my head back down on my pillow and turned to look at the empty side of the bed.
Unfortunately, Scar had to go to the 'Outset' office today, meaning that I would be left alone in our apartment until at least five. I vaguely remember her saying goodbye and giving me a kiss on the head while I mumbled something probably incoherent. I huffed, throwing the covers off my body and making my way to the shower.
I thought about what I should do today, considering that I would be by myself, and decided to go to a bookstore; Scar and I needed a new book to read at night anyway. Stepping out of the shower and putting on clothes before doing my general hygiene routine while playing a true crime podcast.
Walking down the streets of New York, I put on some sunglasses in order to avoid obnoxious paparazzi. I stopped for coffee on my way there, taking my time to sit at a table and enjoy my beverage. Once I was finished, I gave a generous tip to the employees and walked out of the cafe and made my way to a book shop nearby.
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I browsed around the endless rows of books, taking the time to read each description of the books. I wanted something that would interest both Scarlett and me. Suddenly, I came across a book called 'They Never Learn.' Intrigued, I read the summary and instantly knew that both me and Scar would like it. I grabbed it and put it in my basket before roaming around the rest of the store, looking for other books that would interest either me or my girlfriend.
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After about forty minutes, my basket was filled with books as I walked to check out. It took a few minutes to scan each book, but once it was bagged up, I went to walk out the store. I was only in public for thirty seconds before I saw flashes. I immediately looked around to see a hoard of paparazzi taking pictures and coming towards me too quickly for my liking. I felt my breath hitch and anxiety rise. I haven't been in such a big crowd of paparazzi in a few months, but Scarlett had been there to calm me down. My stomach dropped and I felt like I was about to puke.
I rushed back inside the bookstore and hid in a tight corner. My hands dropped my bags as they instinctively made their way to twist the rings on my fingers. A whimper came out of my mouth as my breath began to quicken. As fast as I could, I took my phone out of my pocket, almost dropping it in the process, and found Scarlett's contact just as the paparazzi was figuring out their way in.
Scarlett's POV:
I was in a boring board meeting, twisting around in my chair as I daydreamed about getting home tonight and cuddling Lizzie. Nothing sounded better. I was taken out of my thoughts as my phone repeatedly buzzed and a picture of Lizzie popped up on the screen, indicating that she was calling me. I was confused because Lizzie only ever texted me when I was in the office.
"I'm sorry," I spoke up, making whoever was talking stop and others to look at me. "I need to take this call. You can continue without me."
I walked out of the room into mine and Kate's office and picked up the phone.
"Lizzie?" I asked.
"Scar," she said. It sounded like she was crying.
"Hey, baby. What's wrong?" I was getting concerned.
"Paparazzi. They're here. There's a lot."
I cursed under my breath. "Where are you?"
"That bookstore near our apartment," she cried, her voice breaking.
