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Workout
The wierd thing was that they had a makeup artist there too, often retouching Adriana's maskara and skin to mask a little the effects the intense sweating was having on it. In your opinion it wasn't necessary, she is so beautiful without makeup, Adriana doesn't need to wear it to look gorgeous, even working out, her skin naturally glows while she is at the gym doing her intense exercises routine.
But your not an expert in fashion, at all, so you just stayed on a corner watching everything but trying to look invisible as much as you could. You weren't for her, often she met your gaze and gave you a wink, a smile, a nod, something to say she didn't forget about you.
This photoshoot took a lot of time, and your stomach was starting to grumble for its emptiness (you know, fucking supermodels requires lot of energy), when finally they called it over.
Now it was time for lunch, but instead of going back to the hotel, Adriana told you she would have preferred eating outside and later do some shopping, and by now you should already know that any of her desires is an order for you.
But, as wierd as it may sound, you were more then happy to go shopping with her, despite you have always hated accompany women to do that (you'r sure any other male on this planet can relate to this...).
Back to the matter at hand, her publicist was going to stick together with us too, so not exactly the romantic early afternoon alone you were hoping for...
You went to a nearby restaurant, nothing too fancy or high price, but your humble opinion is that, the more homely feelings a place gives you, the better you are going to eat there. This time you were right again: while Adriana had only a salad, because she said she indulged already too much these days, you ate a full pot of fondue all by yourself, while it was a dish intended for at least two people.
The Asian-American woman was shocked by your voracity, while your girlfriend found it funny as usual. Shopping: as every other woman, even Adriana was obsessed by shoes, purses and this kind of things, but the similarity ends here because she makes even that an enjoyable experience.
She gushed about a few things, but in the end she didn't bought them. If only you had enough money you'd have gifted them all to her, but you didn't get your first salary yet so for now you were still the usual poor unoccupied guy.
At least you could get her flowers again, those are more affordable, and she is so crazy for them, every time it makes her so happy.
The next stop was, of course, buying chocolate: she always brings to Miami European chocolate when she goes in France, England, or Italy for work, and she keeps it in a big box at home, for her rare, but definitely worthy, cheating moments from the all-healthy lifestyle. In your shopping tour only a few people, all girls, recognised who she was, and asked for a picture with her, taken by you or the Asian publicist.
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