Kat chortled at Diego’s comment about her calling him her boyfriend. “Look,” she leaned into him a little bit more, placing her hand delicately on his arm. “I know that all of this can get to anyone’s head. But don’t flatter yourself, Diego.” Her face had an insincere look of sympathy etched onto it. “I did not call you my boyfriend.”<br/><br/>Just then, the concierge stopped by, stepping in front of them on the loveseat. “Sorry to interrupt Miss Vandenberg, would you or your boyfriend be interested in sparkling water?” She held out two cups of fizzy drinks for them, in tall, thin, glass cups. Kat blinked at her, awestruck, before silently taking one of the cups. The woman forced her fake smile as she set the other one down for Diego and took off again.<br/><br/>“Okay, so… maybe I did.” She leaned away again and took a sip, her brain clearly trying to process what had just happened. She sighed after her sip, still holding the cup in her hand as the pamphlet she had been looking at slinked down her lap. “Well, it’s fine. I mean, really, all press is good press, as they say. And that’s so true.” She continued, sounding slightly like she was trying to convince herself more than him.<br/><br/>“Old habits, I guess.” She offered, as if that was an apology. “I used to always check out the rooms with Chase before big events.”