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In the plane
When the last model went inside the plane, it was up to, in order, the VS crew, the journalists and bloggers, and, finally, you the security. Inside there were three rows of two seats each, and each place was assigned, so no way you could stay near Adriana, who was in the top one on the left, near fellow VS model Alessandra Ambrosio.
You guards were on the last seats, on the plane's back, the furthest from the models, but since interviewers, cameramen and everyone basically was allowed to move around after the take-off, you walked up to get the nearer to her. But being the most important Angel meant she was the most busy, doing interviews, filmed by the VS crew cameras for the videos they were going to release online and the tv special about the show, and even giving a short pep talk for all the models, ending it with a colourful "...We own this shit!" and raising her glass filled with orange juice, met by the cries of approval from her collegues.
This is just an example of the crazy excitement that that was infecting them all; like you said, it was like being between kids, excluding the fact that they were 5 feet tall gorgeous and sexy ones. After the speech, she was free for a moment, so you walked to her, and since Alessandra was going around talking with other models the seat on her right was momentarily free.
We held hands staring into each other eyes. "Are you enjoying the flight?"
Adriana says "I'm sooo excited, love, you can't believe how much!"
You say "I see it... Nice speech by the way"
She says "Oh, that! Ahah I know, I'm not used to give speeches, I just hope it didn't sound stupid"
You reply "It was fun, a bit gangsta' in the end eheh"
Adriana says "Listen, I am sorry I can't stay with you now on this flight, because I have to do interviews, but this evening will be all for us... Don't feel alone, you're always here" and she touched where her heart was. Forgetting for a moment that being her bodyguard involved acting professionally in public, you kissed her sweetly. Then you saw a bald black guy, with a friendly face and clearly embarrassed, in front of our seats.
You got red, you like a tomato, Adriana just a bit pink on the cheeks, and she greeted him: she knew him, and it seemed quite well. He was a journalist, from ET, the American television program. He said he was sorry to interrupt us, and asked if we were together. I didn't know what to say, but Adriana was ready to tell that you were her new bodyguard and yes, you were, but it was a private thing and she didn't want to talk about that.
He immediatly said he wasn't going to tell anyone or show it on tv. "You know me, I'm not like that: I am a serious journalist, not a scoop hunter like the ones from TMZ. I believe that in my job you should be nice and respectfull with the people you interview." You babbled some sort of greeting, then you stood up to go away and let this guy have my seat, but he shook your hand, and said he was happy for you with a very friendly tone. This journalist was really a nice man, not many would have acted the way he did, renouncing to publish a scoop about Adriana Lima's new boyfriend just because it was against his professional ethic.
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