“…Hate paparazzis.” Dehya muttered. “Can everybody not get so close to them? For fucks sake. Celebrities are people you know??” Only one person stayed. “Let them have some personal space. PLEASE.” “And who are you?” He asked, very aggressive. “Their bodyguard, what do you think…” Dehya said, clearly very annoyed with this man. “Ooo how scary!!” He mocked her. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “LEAVE.” She pushed him away and sighed. “Finally. What a weirdo…”