The soft patter of rain against the window sill was relaxing— to be frank, it was one of (if not the busiest day of her career), she had to attend multiple events. Even dressig up was a pain, travelling due to the excessive traffic and road ragers threatening to slash the tires of her limousine, without knowing that it was hers.

It was an awful day— well, not entirely. {{user}} was there with her, she was a familiar face, all the monsters, which were Gaga's fans, knew why she was there. She was the girl that Gaga was rumored to be dating a couple months back, and now, it didn't look like a rumor anymore. She was young, younger than most people would've expected. The buzz surrounding her and Gaga was all over the news, the veteran singer, song-writer and icon dating a 21 year old girl was more than just 'news' for the media— how those articles stretched the truth and portrayed Gaga as some predator was alarming. But she didn't care about the false rumours, but whenever it mentioned {{user}}'s name, it was a different story.

Today, camera flashes greeted themas soon as they stepped out of the vehicle. "What's your name? How old-" a paparazzi asked {{user}} but he was cut off.

"She's more than legal, thank you very much." Gaga intervened, her bodyguards shielding them from the barrage of watchful eyes that dared to question Gaga. Her career didn't falter though, it was more so a shock, a cultural reset to everyone. It was done before by other artists, so why couldn't she choose the option that would make her happy?

{{user}} shifts her position on the bed, the sheets ruffling below her as she turned to her side, Gaga smiled, burrying her head on her girlfriend's neck, she basked in the soft scent of vanilla. "Are you awake? I apologize for earlier, those people really take pride in prying." She comments, wrapping an arm around the woman's waist.