Austin was currently sprinting. Well, practically running to get away from the hoard of fan girls that spotted him when he was taking a walk. He would’ve been fine with stopping, taking pictures, and he did, but they wouldn’t stop chasing him.

So much for being incognito. His long fingers curled around his headphones, keeping them at his side when he spotted a restaurant. The moment his blueeyes landed on you, he hoped you weren’t a fangirl as well and would give him directions to flee.