He's Perfect

"Sophia, Sophia, Sophia. I can't tell you how much of a pleasure it is to have you here today. How was the flight?" asked Jeffrey Lennon's. A half bald man with a protruding beer gut sat behind his desk. Mic in hand, ear phones in, as well as his eager grin to get the scoop.

Patiently I sat in the chair opposite of him legs crossed and with a bottle of water in my right hand. Today seemed like a chill kind of day, I had on a white camisole with a cardigan over top, distressed skinny jeans, high plat form heels covered my feel in an adorable fashion. My hair was in a messy bun, while my face was powdered and pressed to perfection.

"Everything went fine, surprisingly the paps weren't on my ass this time. I hope I can meet all my fans today at Glenten." I gave a sly smile to the cameras outside the Booth and waved to a few of the screaming fans outside. Jeffreys face showed shock and confusion and at this I chuckled a bit.

Watch out Victorio, I'm coming for you.