Erica and Jemma were on their way to get coffee. There were people across the other side taking pictures, Jemma had been a new victim of a scandal ever since she was snapped leaving Hollywood's hottest indie director's home in last night's clothes.
"It'll all smooth over, honey." Erica kissed her cheek, she spoke from experience. "I promise."
They entered the coffee shop, ordering their drinks and sitting down together.
"How about him, huh?" Erica smirked, looking over at a particularly solemn guy across the room. "He could be your new scandal."
"I've had enough scandal for the rest of my career." Jemma giggled. "But you should."
Erica was certainly one to do a dare, and this was extremely voluntary. She walked up to his table, coffee in hand. "Hi, I'm Erica."