We walked for a while and happen to fun into Howie who came into the arcade. "Hey, D. You’re not spying on us are you?!" Brian kidded. "WUT?! Moi?! Naw, I’m an innocent bystander! I see you have a lil’ monkey there." Howie replied. "Yeah, would you mind bringing it back for us?" "Sure, no problemo…. Hey could I give it to one of the cute girls there?!" Howie winked letting us know he was joking. Brian and I walked out. He put his strong arm around my waist I put my head on his shoulder. On the way there, I shivered. Brian noticed and asked, "Are you cold? You don’t even need to answer that. Here," He put his Tommy Hilfiger jacket around me. His jacket smelled like his cologne, the smell was light. I thanked him gratefully. I smiled, he was so sweet! We almost arrived there when a man stopped us. He pushed Brian away and attempted to grab my arm. I backed away in time.
"I wouldn’t mess with her if I were you," Brian warned. "HAHAHA!" "Ok, you can’t say I didn’t warn you…" The man apparently knew karate too. That’s when he made his mistake. I did a bicycle kick causing him to lose his balance into a garbage. "I’m sorry, sir," I gave him a hand and pulled him out. "You’re wonderful," he whispered in my ear. We arrived at Palm Beach realizing that it was packed. "I know what to do, come with me," he took my hand, I followed through the swarms of people. He went up to the waiter and told her who he was. The waiter screamed. "Wow, nice to meet you. I love you guys. You guys are the best!!!!" she babbled on and asked for an autograph. "OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!! AND YOU’RE ANGELA WALLACE! AH! OH GOSH, OH MY GOSH! I’M YOU’RE BIGGEST FAN….YOU’RE MY ROLE MODEL! COULD YOU AUTOGRAPH THIS?!" I autographed it and gave her a hug.