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be patient
anastasia
i'm here hurry up
be patient
ive been sat here for 10 minutes so hurry up
its been 1 minute u have to be the most impatient person ever
im leaving starting the car and going without u
sure i'll be out in one second just let me put my heels on
ok
I watched Anastasia strut over to my car. I can't deny the fact she looked good, but was I going to say that to her face? no.
She opened the passenger door and got in. "Hi." She said.
"Yeah hi." I replied, I started the car once she closed the door and began to drive off.
"Where are we going?" Anastasia asked.
"Your manager sent me this list of restaurants so i'm taking you to one of them. She also said she sent something in to paparazzi to say we'd be there." I explain.
"Oh ok." She said quietly. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She started fiddling with the ring on her finger.
"Nice ring."
She stops playing with the ring and looks over to me. "Oh thanks. Me and Sabrina have matching ones."
"Oh cool." I say, awkwardly.
After about 10 minutes we arrived at the restaurant. I spotted a few paparazzi dotted around, probably looking for us.
"Wait, i'm going to open your door. There's paparazzi over there and I should show how much of a gentlemen I am." I say, stopping Anastasia from opening her door. She mumbles something. "What was that?"
"Nothing." She says, giving me a fake smile.
I get out the car and I heard someone yell my name. I just ignored it walked round the car to Anastasia's side.
The paparazzi had came up now and were taking photos and yelling out questions.
I opened the door and held out my hand for Anastasia to take. She looked at me with slight disgust before taking a hold of my hand. I intertwined our fingers and carefully pulled her out the car. She shut the door behind and stood closer to me.
Anastasia leaned up to whisper something in my ear, "Why are there so many of them?"
I just shrug in reply, pulling her closer to me to make us seem believable.
Slowly, we both make our way to the restaurant, cameras still flashing.
I could feel Anastasia let go of my hand and instead loop her arm through mine. I glance at her out the corner of my eye and she looked really nervous, or scared, I couldn't really tell.
"You okay?" I ask quietly, leaning down so she could hear.
"Yeah, sorry, I just get a bit bothered by paparazzi sometimes." She explains, twisting her ring again.
I remove my arm out her grip and wrap it around her shoulder, pulling her into my side. "It's okay. They'll be gone soon."
