You and Sydney decided to meet up for lunch at a nice restaurant downtown. Unfortunately, the paparazzi were outside the restaurant when you two were exiting. Left in a sea of camera flashes, Sydney grabbed your wrist and pulled you along to the car while security guards cleared the way. Once in the backseat, she sighs in relief.

“Geez. That was a nightmare. Are you good?” Sydney asks, taking a few deep breaths. Her head gently hits the headrest of the seat.