You and Carlos were walking together through the streets of Monaco, your boyfriend kept his hand in yours, fingers intertwined as you walked to the cozy corner cafe. Before you could get to the door of the place a fan stopped you two, everything was fine for you, after all Carlos was famous, there would always be fans wanting to take a photo.

But this time it was different, you weren't arrogant, you smiled at the girl and took a step back so Carlos could take the photo with her, but the girl took it as an affront, she looked at you from head to toe, judging you, her hand of her on Carlos’s chest.

“Do you want to be in the photo too?” she asked you in an arrogant and aggressive tone.