"Hey it's called hard work. Ever heard of it?"

"Whatever you say, Vincent- so tell me,"

He looked up at me, "Tell you what?"

"How and why did you start songwriting?"

"And that's a relevant conversation topic in a booth at McDonald's, how?" 

"Can't we have a heart-to-heart talk without as much talk from you?"

"Not that comfortable talking about it here."

I grinned, "But you'll tell me about it later?"

"That's a big maybe." I pout as he takes another bite of his burger. 

"Don't you think... If I'm gonna be living with you that we should at least try to get along-"

A camera was suddenly pointed at our faces 2 seats down, I cover myself in an instant. I don't exactly look my best right now. I heard a small sigh in front of me and the shifting of someone leaving the booth. I look up, and Vincent's hand is blocking the lens of the camera.

"Can I get your name, miss?" He asked politely.

The middle aged lady, giggled, embarassed. "Oh, I'm so sorry... My little daughter wanted a picture, she recognizes you from those youtube interviews you're always in. My name is Melanie Richards. I am such a big fan of your work."

Vincent gave her a charming smile, "Why thank you very much Melanie, that means so much. But as you can see, I am spending time with a friend today and I really just wanted a little bit of privacy with her if that isn't so much to ask. If you had just asked me, I would have been more than happy to take a picture with you and your daughter if you don't mind deleting those other ones? My friend doesn't exactly like being in the public eye, so if you'd please just respect her wishes."

The woman nodded understandingly. "I see, sorry to be of trouble to you guys!"

"No trouble at all! Um, Bella, do you mind taking the picture?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and pointed at myself and mouthed, 'me?'

He smirked and held in a laugh. "Yes, you." I got up hastily and grabbed Melanie's phone, and snapped a couple of pictures with her. Vincent sat back down with me and we noticed a small pool of girls started surrounding the building.

"Bella?"

I sipped on my ice tea, "Hm?"

"Let's get outta here."

I was ready to tell him to stay, but as my eyes scanned the room, I could see that more and more cameras started making their way to our booth. I couldn't help but tease him a little.

"Aw, come on Vincent, why don't we give them a litte show. So they have actual reasons to be taking photos of us."

He leaned forward on his elbows and grinned at me. "Tempting," he threw a fry at me.

"Hey!"
"-But New York already thinks I have a body count of like 40 girls this month, let's not add you to that list, alright?"

"How sweet you're protecting me from your celebrity world."

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