There was a swarm of paparazzi as I ran out of the building. An hysterical woman with tears in her eyes and wet cheeks didn't make them blink once. Not one of them raised a camera or even spared me a glance, only to look to see if I was of importance. Once it was confirmed I was not, they went back to ignoring me. What would they do if I started screaming that I had spent the most perfect night with Dominic. That he'd massaged my feet as we watched the night stars.
Would they even believe me ? Most definitely not. They'd laugh me off as a crazy fan girl or something. Looking at where I was , I didn't really have any idea about how to get back to work. We went across town. Getting back on the bus, the day would be over, no point going to work. A taxi from here would cost a fortune. Look
