Aaliyah Marinkov
"Look our first paparazzi picture. Watch it say young band lovers or something along those lines." He smiled at her. And she smiled back at him, then turned to the man with the camera and flicked him off with a huge grin on her face. She was thinking more along the lines of "Deranged Pandora gets beat up, cheats on boyfriend with fellow band member, and flicks off innocent paparazzi". He covered his mouth and laughed. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say it like that."
"Hey, don't worry, I don't mind." She replied into her coffee, she didn't mind the idea of being an item with Ian, he'd treat her a hell of a lot better than John, but she cringed at the thought of what John would do to her if he saw a line like that.
"Woah wait what?! You got in an accident?! I should go kill John for putting you in such danger. What if you died or been permanently paralyzed!" Aaliyah laughed, she heard an elderly couple nearby muttering about how loud the 'kids' were these days.
She slid out of the booth, still holding her coffee and twirled around for him, sending the smell of coffee and her vanilla perfume around. She sat back down, feeling incredibly dizzy from the concussion and twirling. "If you couldn't tell, I'm not dead or paralyzed, so there's no need for you to worry." She smiled at him reassuringly and took another sip of her coffee.
"I'm going to get kicked out."
"No kidding." She held out her empty cup and grinned, "I need more coffee slave boy."
He ignored her and kept worrying. "You should have called me, I would have driven you home from the hospital."
Allie rolled her eyes, but the action hurt her head, "I heard somewhere that fresh air is good for messed up heads."
"It's fine don't worry about it. You now whenever you need me I'll be there for you." He chuckled crossing his arms over his chest cocking his head to the side. It was funny, while Lydia and Bastian never seemed to apologize for anything nor have a comforting bone in their bodies, Ivan and her couldn't seem to stop apologizing and comforting others and each other. And she couldn't help but think that he was unbearably cute, especially with that little head cock.
"Maybe later after the press conference you can help me come up with a chorus?"
"Yeah, sure, chorus writing is fun." She said, then he stood up and walked to the counter, "No wait! Where do you think you're going!? Slave boy! Get me more coffee!" She shouted, holding up her empty cup and flailing her arms around. She collapsed on the table, holding the cup up, her hair hiding her face, she looked like she had been shot. "Slave boy come back and refill my coffee!" Allie's voice was muffled by the table. She thought, aimed, and threw the cup, and somehow, when she threw it with her face still pressed against the table, she still managed to hit the back of Ivan's head with it as he signed a girl's autograph.
"We should go now and get ready for the conference." He returned, without her coffee. She didn't bother picking up her head from the table.
"Darn you Ivan!" She grumbled, "fine, conference, whatever. I'll never forgive you for this!"