In the streets of New York, Harry never knew who he was going to bump into. Most of the time it was fans who recognized him but if he was lucky he would find someone who he knew. He was taking a walk to get his cup of needed coffee. He stopped waiting for a light to change when a gentle bump on his back had him turn around. The biggest smile spread on his face when he saw Elena. Before saying anything, he glanced at the cover in question. "No question she paid the magazine off." He has always had her back. "Clearly you are on a different level they don't understand. But why do you care about one magazine, El? Thought you were above tabloids."
𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑇. 𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐴 𝐶𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂. 𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 : magazine stand.
boredom is something that comes naturally for the castillo actress, constantly needing some sense of chaos in her world to occupy the restlessness that takes place within their mind. red bottoms click against the pavement, glasses shading the sunlight from their eyes and slightly shielding themselves from the onlookers that continue to do the double takes, only boosting the ever - growing ego and causing a smirk to sit permanently on her lips. stopping momentarily, they begin the back step, looking towards the magazines on display and moving closer to the backside of an individual, peeking over their shoulders before a gasp is audibly exiting their lips. “ that’s fuckin’ hurtful and bullshit — i absolutely wore that better, look at my cleavage compared to hers, who the fuck writes that magazine ? my grandmother ? ”