Muriel puffed her cheeks and pouted her lips at Nyck's reply as she laid on her side on the bed, her smooth blonde hair spreading out messily on the pillow that she laid her head on. She didn't know about Nyck, but she didn't like all this media attention at all. She just wanted to be the background noise, a wallflower of sorts and just watch the world go by, not this! Her phone stayed in her palm and her eyes fixated on the screen, staring at Nyck's text.. He made it sound like they were a couple; what a silly.
Muriel typed a bit on her phone. "Well, I wish the public never kne-" No, no, that wasn't polite. Muriel deleted it with haste, then pondered again. She guessed texting was indeed better - at least she had time to think about what to say next. While typing a new reply, Muriel thought she heard some sort of chattering noise outside her window, but shrugged it off.
Sent by Muriel wrote:So there's nothing to worry about, right?
Little did Muriel know that a crowd of paparazzi was growing around her house.