Honestly, Kat wasn’t sure why Diego was hesitating whatsoever. She was basically offering him the solution to all of his problems on a gold plated platter. Promising him more stars and positive reviews in exchange for him acting as her date to events where she pampered him with expensive goodies, sounded like a no brainer to her.<br/><br/>But Diego was stuck on how much there was to think about, apparently. She continued munching away at the dessert waffle - there was a lot to eat, after all - eyeing him judgmentally when he started to do what she thought sounded a lot like reverse psychology. He didn’t think he belonged at A list events and was sure Kat could find someone more fitting.<br/><br/>He didn’t have fancy clothes, as he would have put it, for the red carpet. “Do you think I didn’t already assume that?” She asked him rhetorically, almost sounding a little offended. “How you act is… quiet. You’re just the hot guy on my arm who smiles at the camera when the paparazzi ask for your photo. You don’t talk to anyone, you don’t leave my side, you’re my Ken doll.”<br/><br/>She smirked, licking up a bit of whipped cream from the corner of her lip, glancing at him again. “My Diego doll, essentially.” Hey, she had remembered his name. That was a good start, right? Diego mentioned the ‘other things’ that might interfere and then inquired about the rate for pretend boyfriends.<br/><br/>Kat seemed to consider his points for a moment. “If anything prevents you from coming with me to an event, then you’d get no payment for that event. No good reviews, no payment. It’ll be like being a no call, no show, at your job.” She shrugged. It was the fairest thing she could think of. “As far as payment goes, well, I’d be providing you with suits, meals, and upkeep.”<br/><br/>She didn’t think that was really enough to pull in his interest, though. “I’ll pay you $100 an hour.” Kat offered, wondering if he was going to haggle, or if his eyes were about to pop out of his head. In record speed, she finished her waffle and folded the box, then reached backward to set it on the backseat, which caused her ample breasts to rub briefly against his arm.<br/><br/>Kat sat back up in her seat again, keeping her eyes on him. “What do you say?”