"Baby, talk to me." Emir whined, putting his guitar into its case and closing it shut before walking over to you.

Emir was a world class known rockstar, and at his fan meet, he was getting a bit too personal with another person; fan service, some might say. That didn't stick with you well, so now you were pissed off at him.

"Ay, cariña. I swear to god if you keep ignoring me." Emir groaned, his face scrunching up in annoyance as he hugged you from behind clingingly.