He nods, taking it all in.
“I’ve got it.” He says seriously. I take the phone back and walk on only to realize he is no longer behind me. I turn and see him ambling behind me with his hands behind his back and his purple vape hanging in his mouth like a cigar.
He looks up, and pulls the vape from his mouth pensively. “I must say zee architect-teur ismagnifique.”
I laugh, the sound making him grin around his ridiculous vape.
“I’mflaneuring!” He says
I pull the vape from his mouth “You’re an idiot. And these are bad for you.” I say as I take a drag of the sweet smoke. He smiles.
“Better than crack,” he jokes.
I hand him back his vape. Why did I do that? Our lips just touched the same thing. We basically just kissed! I can’t bring myself to look at him as I speed up.
“I’ve never done it, you know. Crack.” I glance up at him, surprised. Where did that come from?
“Oh I—”
“I only stick to the posh people drugs. Like cocaine.”
The glint in his eyes tells me he’s joking so I slap him gently on the arm as we amble through the gates of the Jardin de Luxumbourg.
“I like your hat and sunglasses.” I say “Verycelebrity in disguise.”
He laughs. “Yeah I sometimes think that it’s less of a disguise and more of a glowing neon sign saying ‘hey this guy thinks he’s being sneaky’.”
“Would you even wear a baseball hat if you weren’t famous?”
“Nah, it doesn’t suit my jawline.”
I roll my eyes. “That jawline gets a million likes on Instagram.”
His smirk grows. “You follow me on Instagram?”
Feeling heat rise through my neck, I scoff. “Oh please, you just come up on my explore sometimes.”
He raises his eyebrows as if to say that he knows I’m lying.
“Do you thinkpaparazziwill be around?” I ask flustered, gesturing to his get up.
He adjusts his hat. “Unlikely, this is more for if a random fan with a phone spots me. Paparazzi rarely come unless called.”
I blink “Is that true?”
“Oh yeah, whenever you see a celebrity papped it’s usually orchestrated by them so they can sell clothes or whatever.”
I mull this over. “Do you call them?”
“I don’t but sometimes my agent does. Or my parents. Especially if we’re all together — they love getting the family shots.”
“That’s annoying.”
“Yeah, it just sucks when I just want to hang out with my sister. We usually just have to order sushi in or something. But yeah we can almost never go out all together.”
I nod. I can’t comprehend never having any privacy when hanging out with family and having to stay in and—
“Wait, did you just say you order in sushi?”
