(in which ashley makes a bad reference to a song in order to be funny. please enjoyidk)
The security guards who'd come to the rescue escorted the two out to Aria's car, and, once they'd checked the area for straggling fans, they went back toward the supermarket.
As soon as she plopped down onto her seat in the car, Aria let out a long, exasperated breath. "That was... interesting," she observed, shaking her head, "You get that a lot?"
Luke sighed, "More often than I'd like, yes. It's just one of those things that comes with the territory, I guess."
"Along with all the girls at bars throwing themselves at you, right?" she joked, and Luke laughed, albeit half-heartedly. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't identify. And it wasn't like that other thing, earlier, when they'd just gotten out of the crowd. This was something... darker.
"One of the many things that I'll never understand," he stated, "Is when they do stuff like that, you know? What's the point of all that fuss over me? I'm just a person." He scratched the back of his head, and smiled, "But this isn't really the time for complaining about how my life as a famous person is oh so terrible. You sure you're alright?"
When she hesitated he groaned, putting a hand to his face, using his rather long fingers to massage his temples, "That whole thing back there ruined everything, didn't it? I am so sorry, Rose--"
Aria shook her head rapidly, shushing him, "No, you don't need to apologize for anything, Luke. That whole thing back there wasn't your fault."
"It sort of is, though," Luke said, and Aria sighed, putting a hand upon his shoulder.
"I'm sure that if you intended for us to be mobbed by fans, I would be way more angry at you."
That one earned a smile. It was a start, at least.
Once they'd jointly agreed on the fact that it might be a little too risky to try and go shopping again, Luke was having a dilemma over it, "I literally have nothing to wear tonight to the Eiffel Tower," Aria couldn't help but smile at the way he worried. He wringed his hands, ran them through his hair, bit his lip. The lip biting thing was sort of hot, actually, and she was suddenly fixated on his lips.
"Well, we'll certainly garner attention, then. If you wear nothing, I'll dress to match."
At first, she could tell that he didn't get it, but when he finally did, his cheeks dusted over in a bright red, "This is no time for your witty remarks, I really do need something to wear," he continued to worry, and Aria sighed, starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "That's good. Maybe driving around will help me come to a descision."
Aria soon found herself trying to help Luke come up with a plan, too. But, after a while, it seemed sort of ridiculous. "You're famous, right? I know it might sound shitty, but you should be able to wear whatever you want. It's a restaurant, not a red carpet event," she began, "And from what I've seen, you don't really dress up for those things, anyway." She shrugged, "If you want to take the risk and go downtown to get something to wear, that's fine and good. Whatever you're more comfortable with doing is what we'll do."
Luke thought on this for a moment, and a grin began to break out upon his face, "You're right. I mean, we should be fine if I just go in a button up and some of the skinny jeans that I brought with me. And you can wear..." He stopped after a moment, and looked to Aria, "Do you have anything to wear? They've got a dress code, Rose. It's one of those places," she could practically see a new wave of worries work their way into his mind, and, without taking her eyes off of the road, she reached out her free hand to him, resting it on his arm that was on the seat between them.
