"Yeah.... I know."
"But... your deal?"
"I have a feeling it won't effect it at all." His tone was low. "Rozy, he knows who you are. He knows your pen name."
"You don't think...." He looked back over at me.
"Wipe your glasses." He said matter of factly. I growled, taking my cloth from my purse to wipe my glasses. "I have a feeling he will use blackmail in order to get what he wants on both of our ends. If one way won't work, he will use the other. He also knows how crowd sensitive you are. One word of who you are leaks to the media and reporters will be at your doorstep." He stopped at a light, sighing again. "One problem after another. Why do you have to be so damn attractive?" I replaced my glasses and looked at him.
"I don't want this attention!" I exclaimed as he turned down my street. "I never asked for crazy people to have infatuations with me!"
He laughed. "So, I'm crazy then?" He asked.