Logan and Sophia stepped out of the car, the flashes of the camera hitting them instantly like a wave of light. Sophia clung to Logan's arm, her heart pounding as she tried to shield herself from the blinding flashes.
“Can you both please smile for the camera?” A journalist shouted from the front of the crowd.
Logan gritted his teeth, his anger palpable, “How the hell did they know we would be here?” He mumbled.
“How would I know ?” Sophia replied, faking a smile.
“I am sorry, sir,” Nacho said, trying to usher them back into the car, while guarding them away from the journalists,” We need to get out of here sir, it's not quite safe enough”
One of the journalists shouted from the middle of the crowd, you two seemed to be so in love, "That lipstick looks so fresh, Mr Kratos !.”
Sophia
