If Diego thought he was being cute or funny as he talked to the valet like he thought a rich, snobby person should, he was very soon after given a masterclass in exactly what that should look like.  As they approached the counter, Kat took charge of the situation, effortlessly making sure the girl behind the counter knew who was in charge here, confirming everything was in order, exactly as she expected it to be, before taking some information and breezing away.<br/><br/>Without a clue of what to do, Diego gave himself a mental shrug, following after Kat, and with only a second's hesitation he sat down beside her on the tiny loveseat.  Thinking about something she had said, Diego used the very close confines to lean in, looking like he was also reading the pamphlets while instead he was whispering close to her ear.<br/><br/>“Wasn’t that kind of risky?”  He asked, keeping his voice low, his breath just barely stirring Kat’s hair.  “The boyfriend part I mean.  I get calling me a date and all, but won’t people be interested in that you have another boyfriend already?  Or was that for his benefit?”  He asked, clearly talking about her ex without using his name.  Understanding what was and was not of interest to the paparazzi, especially when it came to rich people as opposed to celebrities, Diego imagined he would have lots of questions like this before he got the hang of it.