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Emily's stomach growled silently again but she kept quiet as she waited patiently for everyone to decide what to do next as they waited for the others to get back. Dani smiled at her, "That sounds like a great idea," Emily smiled back and nod happily. 'One down, just a few more to go' she then turned cheerfully at the others when she heard Dani speak again, suggesting a place inside the hotel; apparently she had noticed the crazy paparazzi too. Thankfully to her troubled stomach Ashlyn also wanted to eat something, “Great, let’s get this show on the road,”.

Emily moved along with Ash as she moved forward, 'thank goodness' she thought as she followed behind. Emily noticed that Ashlyn was uncomfortable with the arrival of Dani's friend August, and she wondered if Jay would feel the same. Either way, she would try to make things less awkward for both Dani and August, she knew that Dani was obviously fluttered and stumbling with words with August and she wanted to help her best friend in any way she possibly could. For the moment though, all she could think off was that she was about to eat delicious real Italian cuisine, sure she would have loved to go shower first and fix her mess of hair but food was more important now. Because of it, she was surprised when she suddenly heard Dani yell agitatedly, "My bag!". Emily turned around to see a child pull Dani's bag and make a run out, flash speed, to the streets. Emily knew exactly what was on her bag, her precious art supplies. For the same reason, she wasn't shocked when she saw her friend ran out after the boy out the doors, without second thoughts she followed after her, "Wait, Dani!..." but it was too late, Dani was already out the door and the paparazzi went wild, “Whoa fast little bugger isn’t he?” said Ashlyn before she too followed after Dani.

Emily was shocked and a bit intimidated, "Stop... please" she said clumsily taken back by the huge wild crowd that went even crazier after August followed Dani too. Emily was almost blinded by the non stop camera flashes that were now taking pictures of Dani and August... and possibly even her as she stood close by. "I hate when that happens. Expect to be in the tabloids, Princesa. They might think that you're my actual princess." she heard August say to Dani, 'this is bad... this is really bad' was all Emily could think of. In truth, she wished they wouldn't have attracted as much attention to themselves, well... not exaggeratedly but it seemed like that would be impossible now.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t call her Princessa they may not have got the wrong impression,” said Ash with a reasonable amount of sarcasm, and though Emily hated to admit it, Emily thought she was in the right she worried about Dani and even more when she didn't know who August truly was, all she could guess for the moment was that the paparazzi hardly mean any good. They moved inside and Emily didn't say anything, not wanting to make things worse. It wasn't until Ashlyn tried to comfort Dani suggesting her to calm down that she too tried to calm her down. Emily smiled at Dani knowing how important her supplies are, "I'm sure we'll get them back Dani, that Bruno guy August mentioned sounded... efficient yeah?" she said with a comforting smile. "I know how important they are to you but there's nothing we can do for now, besides I'm sure you are dying to try that coffee from before" she said with a small giggle remembering how she had dropped it before and trying to get her to smile a bit.

         

"Auggie!" Ash heard Dani yell out from somewhere behind, and so she reluctantly turned around to investigate. Though her face twisted into a perplexed frown as she saw Dani hugging some guy, as far as she was concerned Dani hadn’t mentioned meeting up with anyone while in France.

Though she didn’t have to stand around confused for ages fortunately because soon Dani was bringing him over to the group, “Meet my friends." Ash gave the guy a mock salute as she was introduced along with others, though she was still waiting to find out why it was Dani who already had a cute Italian hanging off her arm. Then he went and called her Princessa, which even not knowing any Italian, Ash was able to understand clearly as Princess. Ash couldn’t help being a little bit critical of the guy, though she supposed it was just another guy who had fallen for Dani’s whole ‘artsy and independent’ thing.

"Does eating something sound bad to any of you? Ash looked forlornly towards where she presumed her comfy room was waiting wanting only to go put her stuff away and wash away the travel grunge with a hot shower. "That sounds like a great idea," Ash shot daggers at the brunette as she spoke up in support of getting food. Ash felt like she was being outnumbered quickly and when she opened her mouth to give her two cents worth she was silenced by her stomach growling lightly. So she chose not to say anything but scoffed at even her own body turning it’s back on her.

Dani, out of character, piped up suggesting they go to a place that apparently inside the hotel. “Great, let’s get this show on the road,” Ash said giving a clearly forced smile as she already began heading off towards the restaurant, not that she knew where she was going. Though she was stopped by Dani, "My bag!" Ash raised her eyebrows almost disbelievingly as she casually walked over to where everyone has been standing and watched the boy run off. “Whoa fast little bugger isn’t he?” Ash said to Em and Jay who she was now standing next to, seemingly more impressed by the boys speed than by her friend just being robbed. After all they were billionaires, even if the kid got away Dani could just replace her stuff, no biggie.

Ash approached Dani and her Italian boy, whatever his name was, as they came back inside the hotel. "I hate when that happens. Expect to be in the tabloids, Princesa. They might think that you're my actual princess." Ash couldn’t help the sceptical eyebrow raise at that comment. “Well, maybe if you didn’t call her Princessa they may not have got the wrong impression,” Ash said sarcastically, already annoyed at the guy, she was being a bitch but in her defence being a bitch was what she did best and well, she did it best with new people. She just took a while to warm up to new people, if ever.

“Hey Dani, it’ll be okay, so let’s go to that restaurant you suggested and get something to eat and clam down yeah?” She suggested friendlily, though it took all she had. She was hungry, wanted to shower and Paris with all i'ts drama and accents were giving her a headache.

         

At the mention of food, Maggie's eyes lit up. Now that she thought about it, she was nearly starving! Maybe that was why she was being so moody. She smiled to herself as she turned to help Marcus with her luggage. She was being moody because she was, well, moody. Not because she was hungry, but it made it sound better if she had that to blame it on. "Food sounds great, I'm starved," she sighed as she swatted Marcus away from her bag and insisted on lugging it herself. The zebra print suitcase had wheels, after all, so she could manage it easy enough. She hadn't seen a need to pack very heavily, after all- what was there that she couldn't just buy here, or anywhere for that matter. With a grin she laced her elbow with Christy's. "Seeing as you're the only one who can understand...anything being said around here, you're sticking with me," she grinned, glancing over her shoulder at the guys as she tugged her suitcase and Christy towards the lovely restaurant that Marcus had picked out.

The outside was a lovely burnt red color, with an adorable chalkboard sitting outside to display the day's specials. Of course, it was all in Italian, but the word 'Cafe`' sprawled in big cursive letters told her that Marcus was right- it was a restaurant. The idea of accidentally walking into someone's house, assuming it was a place to eat, briefly crossed her mind and caused her to laugh a little as they were greeted by the hostess. "How many?" She spoke English! Oh, praise be! "Four, please," Maggie responded, glancing to Christy with a smile. "You'll still read the menu to me, right?" It wasn't long before the group was sat at a table inside, and Maggie couldn't help but admire the beautiful brick work of the walls. Isn't this just beautiful? Gosh, I could just live here. I'm telling you, Christy, we're moving here. It's going to happen," she said as she searched over the menu which was, luckily, also in English. "We have to be near the hotel," Maggie decided, tilting her menu down to glance at Marcus and Mike whom sat across from her and Christy. " I mean, why else would the menus be in English?"

A natural blonde, through and through. It would never accur to Maggie that English was a common second tongue for Italians, and most people around the world. In fact, since tourism is one of Italy's highest forms of income, most businesses have an English option everywhere from restaurants to the metro. Sheltered and oblivious, Maggie continued to delight in her English-subtitled menu. "Well, I'm getting the po-low all gone-zall-us..."