~Michael's POV~
I sat at the table at a little restraint is Hollywood. Paparazzi were taking pictures from all angles. I saw Luke and Caitlyn walking toards me. Caitlyn was covering her face with a grey winter coat and Luke was covering his face with a leather jacket. Luke waved at me as the walked inside. I look at my phone. My Twitter feed was blown up. I ignored it and put my headphones in.
As I sat around I ordered a latte. My waiter came back and gave me my latte. "Oh, you like 5 seconds of summer! Me too," she told me. I laughed and looked up. She stared then replied, "Oh my god, I am so sorry". "It's fine," I told her. My phone buzzed and it was Luke saying, ASK FOR HER DIGITS! I shot a quick glance at him and then turned back. "So what's your name," I asked trying to make conversation. "Freya," she replied. I gave her my phone and asked for her number. She put it in then left.
I got up to head to my car when Luke walked up. "Nice one pal," he told me. Caitlyn scurried up behind him. She waved at Michael as they weaves through paparazzi.
