I couldn't help but smile a little weakly, disappointed that he was in such a rush to leave. "Me too."

Tristan stepped back but smirked a split second later, he then took two steps closer to me, his shoulder hovered only a couple inches away from my face. I caught a whiff of his clean, soapy scent. His warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned in and made a sound like he'd inhaled my scent too, but I was so focused on how close he was that I really couldn't know for sure. A fire ran up my spine at his proximity.

"I think you should find a younger porn star to watch from now on," he said in a husky voice before brushing his hand down the length of my ponytail and stepping away. "Bye, Kat."

My ponytail whispered to me that she would never be the same again.

I felt like I'd been put under a spell from the moment he started breathing right against my ear until he was out of sight. Was I in a trance? My ear felt warm and tingly even in the long moments after he'd left.

My brain was in such a daze I didn't hear the nosey woman in front of me talking.

"Hmm?" I asked, trying to focus in on the heated words coming out of her mouth.

The woman, who looked to be in her late twenties, rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Was that Robby Lingus?"

"Who?" I asked her again.

"Robby Lingus." she whined, her pale eyes looking in the direction Tristan had walked.

"No." I snapped back at her, annoyed by her sharp tone.

Her eyes narrowed in my direction like she didn't believe my answer, but she turned back to face forward again, completely ignoring me. I busied myself with sending Zoey a text to let her know I was in line at the Wood booth, and then started looking around trying my best not to think about Tristan again. I knew I'd probably never see him again, so it was pointless to get caught up thinking about him. I mean, he could have asked for my number if he was really interested, right?

"There you are!" Zoey's sweet voice rang out through the masses as she slid through the people in line to stand next to me. Linking her arm through mine like she usually did, the nosey woman in front of us turned to look back again.

Her eyes narrowed at Zoey and me, with a sneer on her face.

I've had people give us that look before and just like every other time, it managed to piss me off instantaneously.

My sweet Zoey was extremely affectionate. Even before all of this madness of porn and girls, she'd always been very touchy-feeley, and I liked it. I didn't care. Being an only child, and then on top of that losing my mom at such a young age, had left me the tiniest bit starved for attention. My dad loved me, I never had any doubt of that, but he wasn't much for outward displays of affection. As the years rolled by, Zoey had started getting recognized more often but every once in awhile, the appreciative looks she usually received were replaced by ugly, mean sneers courtesy of people who didn't understand.

They didn't know her the way I did. If they wanted to think something bad about her, or about the both of us, so be it. But, really? If someone recognized her, they weren't exactly in a position to judge anyone else. So, the look on nosey-ass' face made me mad. Fortunately, Zoey was oblivious as she looked everywhere but ahead.

"I'm really good at spitting across long distances," Nicole barked at the woman staring at us as she made her way over with one blonde eyebrow drawn up in a challenge.

"Don't be mean, Nikki," Zoey sighed.

Nicole stalked over, but her vision was locked on the nosey woman's face. She was really fucking scary for being so pretty, and luckily, the woman has some survival instincts, because she turned her body to completely face away from Nikki.