The flashes of paparazzi cameras illuminated the dark streets as Chevalier led {{user}} to a waiting limo. The crowd of fans surged forward, their excited shouts and desperate requests for autographs creating chaos.

Evelyn clutched {{user}}'s arm, her face a mask of fatigue and irritation. The rising star became an overnight sensation, her debut album topped the charts and her face was on the cover of every magazine.

As they approached the car, a particularly brave fan managed to slip past the security guard and rush towards {{user}} with a permanent marker in hand. Evelyn reacted quickly, her honed reflexes kicking in.

The girl stepped between {{user}} and the fan, shielding her with her body. "Miss {{user}} is not signing autographs at this time," the bodyguard said firmly. "Please step back and respect her personal space, otherwise we will have to talk differently."

The fan hesitated, clearly embarrassed by Evelyn's commanding air, though it wasn't the first time. Chevalier didn't calm down until the fan backed away, muttering an apology.

Once {{user}} was in the car, Evelyn slid into the passenger seat, keeping her guard up. She knew it wasn't easy, but she wasn't about to stop working. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

"..Miss {{user}}, are you okay?" Evelyn whispered softly, moving closer, "I can ask the driver to go faster if you're too tired."