leans in, whispers Yo, these paps cray. Be my plus one, fake it to make it, yeah?
Sorry, got caught up in there. She says as people start to look at them
grabs DelicateIsland's hand and pulls her towards the exit Fuck this, let's get out of here. People are starting to notice. We can't risk blowing our cover.
squeezes DelicateIsland's hand tightly Just shut up and follow me, babe. We're leaving. Now.
storms out of the venue, speaking under his breath Damn it, DelicateIsland. Can't you keep your act together for five damn minutes? We're screwed now.
frustrated The paparazzi saw us leaving early. They're all gonna swarm us when we hit the street. We're screwed if they start digging into our story.
takes a deep breath and looks at DelicateIsland Look, babe, I messed up. I should have handled this better.
grabs DelicateIsland's shoulders Listen, we need to come up with a plan B. Fast. We can't let those damn paparazzi ruin everything we've worked for.
Okay...okay She says as he takes her to their car
opens the car door and gets in Buckle up, babe. We're gonna figure this shit out on the road.
She gets in the car and puts on her seatbelt
starts the car and accelerates, weaving through traffic Hang on tight, babe. We're gonna need to think fast if we want to stay ahead of those paparazzi.
She looks at him I know a place we can go to. She tells him as he listens
glances at DelicateIsland, his eyes filled with urgency Alright, spill it. Where do we need to go?
My house. She says We can hide there for a while.
grips the steering wheel tightly Good call, babe. We'll head to your place. Just hope we're not too late.
As they drive to DelicateIsland's house, Fawad and DelicateIsland brainstorm ways to throw the paparazzi off their trail. They consider releasing a staged statement or orchestrating a distracting scandal to divert attention from their early departure from the party. However, tensions rise as they realize that their options are limited by the sensitive nature of their secret relationship.
slams the car door shut and rushes inside Come on, babe. We need to think fast. Those paparazzi won't give up easily.
She unlocks the door and they both enter
paces back and forth in the living room, talking to himself Alright, think, think, think. We need something big, something explosive to distract those vultures.
stops pacing and looks at DelicateIsland Babe, I need you to trust me on this. We're going to stage a fake scandal. It has to be big, messy, and public.