[color=midnightblue][h3][b]Nick Donovan[/b][/h3][/color]

Nick made his way to the Cloverfield in a car his manager had sent, although Nick enjoyed driving his license was suspended and the producers were still helicoptering him to make sure he stayed out of trouble. He was hoping they’d get bored of keeping an eye on him soon because staying out of trouble was incredibly dull. He wasn’t particularly impressed with the Cloverfield though it did have a nostalgic feel as it was where he spent his teen years. Since the show, he had stayed in grander places than a small town could really offer. He was excited to see more fans waiting outside the hotel for a chance to catch a glimpse of the cast. 

“Sorry pal, but they expect a show.” He said, handing a tip to the driver as he opened the sunroof of the car and climbed out of it just as it came to a stop in front of the hotel. 

“Good Evening Boston!” Nick shouted as he hopped off top of the car and landed in an action pose mimicking a scene from one of his cheesy action films. He was late to the restaurant inside from all the time he spent mingling with fans. He needed that constant validation and attention that fans gave him, he judged his success by their reactions to him. 

After spending time with the crowds, posing for both fans and paparazzi, and getting what he needed from the crowd he headed inside to Guiliano’s for dinner. Nick could eat just about anything so Italian food was fine with him, but he was surprised a bunch of actresses had showed up to eat pasta. 

“What an honor, sharing a table with Oscar Award Winning Actress Isabella Washington.” Nick said half teasing and half sarcastic. He added an overly dramatic bow and took a seat. “Surprised at choice in venue, thought actresses avoid carbs like the plague.” Nick added, smirking.