“You two have caused quite a spectacle of things…” The woman spoke the moment the door connected to its frame. With a room of several stranger’s eyes following her, Kayla looked to Devon, who stood at her side to ensure she found some level of comfort in this sea of uneasiness. “But fortunately, it has only increased in your favor, Devon…” The woman now took a place at the bar, her legs crossed, as she removed a tablet from a case marked with her company over the cover before returning her gaze to her client. “However...the details of last night go against the image you made with her when you took her lips instead of a victory lap...The crowd and the online fans ate it up...But we need to...adjust her before we make you two official-”
“I’m sorry, what?! The only thing official about Devon
