[hr][hr][h1][center][color=teal]Brinlee Wynn[/color][/center][/h1]
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The car soon pulled up alongside the crowd and Brinlee took a breath at it. She knew that as soon as she entered the car, it would take them to the restaurant. Where the rest of the cast was. Where she would have to socialize and interact. Where undoubtedly there would be other people, ones who were not part of the show. That meant fans. And possibly paparazzi. She sucked in a quick breath at the thoughts running through her head as she stared at the vehicle. This was the new her. She wasn't teenage Brinlee anymore. Nor was she Maddy Diller. She was Brinlee Wynn, head reporter to the stars. If anyone could do this, it was her.

With a small groan at the thought, she gave in to her fears before sliding into the car. She scooted along the seats to make room for the others, knowing Mike would want the window seat. Sure enough, he placed himself right against it. Brin glanced down at his fingers, knowing they would soon dance against his thigh. Her thought was quickly validated. She bit back a grin and reached over, patting his hand slightly in comfort. Her head laid back against the seat and she let out of a breath. 

Wasn't long before they arrived at the hotel. Waiting for her turn to slide out, she exited the vehicle and looked around. Brin let out a breath at how upscale it was. Thankfully she was able to stay at her mother's house while she was in town. Catching Mike's comment, she raised a brow and glanced over at him. She gave an uncertain grin before nodding in the direction of the building. [color=teal]"Be my guest. Last time I saw Ashley, it didn't really go over too well."[/color]