"That looks delicious, thank you." I thanked the waitress who had brought our food. We had ordered pancakes with berries and bacon and eggs that we shared because Hannah had wanted something sweet and I had wanted bacon. I was stuffing my mouth with the delicious food, when she pulled her phone out of her clutch. She started coughing, when she looked at the screen, but I didn't think anything about it because it looked like she was okay. "Benito, we have a problem." she started, still staring at the screen of her phone. "What?" I asked confused, cleaning my mouth with a napkin. She was chewing on her lower lip - and damn that was turning me on - then showed me a post on Instagram. "Dios mío, eso no es bueno." I mumbled, staring at her phone. I immediately pulled my phone out as well. Quickly, I opened Instagram and went on Nicky's post. My fans were going crazy in the comments and the worst thing, they were believing it. "MTV, billboard and E! already wrote articles about it, holy crap!" she said after a few moments of complete silence. "My fans are going crazy in the comments." I said, scrolling through the comment section of the picture. "Yeah, so are mine." she replied, sounding like she was about to cry. "We have to make clear that it was just a lie for that night." I stated, putting my phone away. She looked like she was thinking about something, then she looked at her phone again.  "Or... we could make everyone believe that it's real." she slowly suggested, putting it down. "What?" I asked confused. I didn't understand what kind of advantages that would give us, but I didn't need to because, when I didn't say anything, she continued talking. "Aren't you tired of interviewers asking about your love life? Or girls trying to hit on you?" she counter questioned. She had my attention now and that's why I started to nod. I was indeed tired of being asked about my love life and I was also tried of fans or colleagues trying to hit on me. "Think about it, Benito. If we had a public relationship, they would stop asking, you would get rid of the girls and we would both get a lot of publicity." she explained, leaning forward and placing her arms on the table. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made, but I was still unsure. I thought about more advantages and then I found one. The reason for all the troubles I had, was my ex-girlfriend and for over a year, I had tried to get her back, but nothing had worked and this was the perfect opportunity for me. "I don't know, I mean we met today and they gonna ask how we met, why we hadn't been seen out and stuff like that." I replied, still not really sure about the whole thing. "It sounds crazy, but if we say we kept it a secret for as long as possible and Nicky accidentally leaked it, they're gonna buy it." she gave me an explanation. "Alright, but if we wanna do this, we need rules." I said, after a couple of minutes of silence. 

After Hannah had written down the rules and I had posted both the story and the picture, we sat there in that diner, drinking our milkshakes. We exchanged numbers right after and I kind of liked the idea of calling her my girlfriend for the next few months. Immediately we both texted Aubrey, Juan, Nicky and José, telling them about our fake relationship. "They're gonna freak out about it." Hannah said, putting her phone back into her clutch. "Absolutely." I answered, laughing a little. "Do you want another milkshake?" she asked, getting up. With a nod, I answered her. I looked after her, when she walked over to the counter. While I was waiting for her to come back with the milkshakes, I scrolled through my Twitter. Suddenly, I received a text message from my ex. She wanted to know if I really had a new girlfriend, which I answered with a yes. The weird thing was, that we actually had a lot of contact, but from the moment I had started talking to Hannah, I didn't care if she answered my texts or not. Usually it was driving me mad, when she was ignoring me, but now I barely looked at my phone and that caused her to double text me. "It's chocolate this time. They don't have any strawberry flavored ice cream left." Hannah's voice ripped me out of my thoughts, when she placed the cup on the table in front of me. "That's fine. I like chocolate." I told her, putting my hands around the cup. Hannah sat down again and immediately started drinking her shake. "Benito? Why did you help me anyway?" she then asked, playing around with the straw. "I honestly don't know. You looked like you were frustrated and you really wanted to put an end to that whole thing with him." I told her sincerely. She nodded and then gave me a sweet smile. "Thanks again. He was really getting on my nerves and I don't know how much longer I could've beared it without eventually giving in." she admitted, looking down at her shake. "Don't say that you would've slept with him." I started, making a disgusted face. "Unless I would've found a real boyfriend, I wouldn't have had any other choice to get rid of him." Hannah explained, shrugging. "Gross. I'm convinced that there would be a thousand better ways." I commented, before taking a sip from my shake. "Like?" she wanted to know curiously. "I don't know, hook him up with somebody? Tell him, you're a lesbian? Block him everywhere?" I gave a few suggestions. "Don't you think I tried to hook him up? He didn't believe me when I told him I had turned lesbian and I can't block him because he has a role in the series I'm currently acting in." she replied, sighing. I didn't say anything to that, instead a small yawn escaped my lips. A look on my watch told me that it was way past my bedtime and so I told Hannah that I was gonna pay the bill. She refused to let me pay all of it which is why we agreed that she would pay the two chocolate shakes. Half an hour later, my driver picked us up from the diner.