You had spent most of the night, at a movie premiere you had been invited to, signing autographs, taking photos, all sorts of things you didn’t expect to be doing at someone else’s premiere.

At the end of the night, you and Pedro were making your way back to the car, security doing a somewhat okay job at blocking you both from paparazzi.

When you finally managed to climb into the backseat, he looked at you with a mischievous smirk.

“Where’s my autograph, {{user}}? Hmmm?”