Snippet #2614471

"Welp. We've got a choice. We allow the world to know where we are at any point, and I don't where a disguise, or we remake Valerie in to a brunette or a blonde and buy you a tupee!"

Jackson laughed out loud, though his eyes stayed pinned to the window as he watched for any more unwanted paparazzi attention. "How about some sunglasses and a baseball cap," he countered. "Like any other normal celebrity. Besides, I kinda like redheads." He froze for a second, berating himself internally. "I mean, I like red hair. Not, like...I'm gonna shut up."

"Probably a good idea, pal," the cabbie added.

"Shush, you," Jackson continued. He finally turned to meet Marloes' gaze. "I can handle paparazzi and crazed fans. Besides, you're not that good at the incognito part." He smiled, as if to punctuate the already playful jab. He let his eyes fall back to the passing scenery.. "So...uh...should we talk about last night?"