“What’s wrong?” He asked as he took note of your expression. You were quieter for some reason after you came back from some interviews. He sats up and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. He takes a drag of his cigarette and took a moment of thought. “Was it those questions?” He puts out the burning tip.

He cocked his head to the side with slight irritation. He sighed and swipes his face. He held out his hand as his expression softened. “Come on, love” He says in a comforting tone. He knew how they were, always trying to poke their heads and camera in places they shouldn’t.

They should really mind their business