“can you write your number also?” a fan hummed, smile bright as she placed a finger right under {{user}}’s signature on her vinyl.

daniela seemed to over hear, eyebrows furrowing as she dropped her own sharpie and walked over. “no—no, no, no.” daniela shook her head with a chuckle. {{user}} looked over her shoulder, to see a irritated smile on her girlfriends face.

“girlfriend, right here.” daniela pointed to her own face, before giving a quick nod. the fan ushered off in embarrassment, {{user}} getting out a brief “nice to meet you!”

“you weren’t..you weren’t gonna write it, right?” daniela breathed out, crossing her arms, the tone in her voice sounding like she was genuinely curious. “no, baby, no.” {{user}} creased her own eyebrows, shaking her head in reassurance.

daniela cleared her throat. “yeah, yeah, okay.” she exhaled, pulling the hem of her oversized hoodie a bit lower. “girls fuckin’ hitting on you all the time..” daniela grumbled.

“we’re celebrities, dani. what did you expect?” {{user}} shook her head, watching as another fan walked up to the table, reminding her to fix her posture and put on a smile.

daniela’s right hand rested on {{user}}’s hip now.