you and Joe landed in New York. It was tiring flight and you just wanted to get to your apartment. You walked, one hand griping your suitcase, other one intertwined with Joe’s. He had his sunglasses on, hoping it would make him look not so famous, but he was so wrong. As soon as you walked out flashes were all over the place. You cover your face, letting go of his hand. Joe was mumbling apologies to the paps, asking them to move out of their way.