Demyan
When I parked outside of the cafe I was shocked by the sheer amount of people gathered outside. The line spanned two blocks and the paparazzi were just pooled outside the door. The moment my Rolls Royce Spectre stopped outside they shifted their attention to the car as they tried to get pictures of me.
My security formed a tunnel for me which made it easy for me to slip in. The crowd burst into cheers and all I could do was wave before I quickly went inside then slipped off my hoodie. I thought ditching the wig would make it hard for people to recognise me but they must have gotten word of my new look by now.
I passed the long line in front of the register and gave the manager a wave. "How are you?" I smiled as I shook Kyle's hand, he was young, maybe just a few years older than me with dirty blonde hair and a rounder face.
"Good, good," he chuckled, "Business has never been better."
I let out a laugh, "Where's Malia?"
