“Simon said they should be here any minute,” I exhale, picking at my salad while glancing around the busy sidewalks surrounding the outside bistro we’re sat at, not really looking at you across the circular table.

I don’t know why I’ve been so stand-offish with you. It’s not like it’s your fault we’re in this predicament, it’s Simon’s.

You’re newer to the industry lifestyle, having just signed with Syco not too long ago, so I can tell you’re still trying to get used to this to begin with. Your manager had been scrambling for ideas on how to get your name more recognized, when Simon had the brilliant idea to place you in a stunt relationship with another popular artist signed to his label for publicity. He obviously decided on me, since the band is very popular right now but the rest of the guys have public girlfriends.

Lucky me.

Anyways, now we’re waiting for paparazzi to show up and get photos of our “date” since Simon had an anonymous tip sent onto TMZ about us out and about in LA together. How romantic.