Martin was never one to turn down a fan. If he was rude to his fans, they would never come see his pictures. He understood how the business worked. Keeping fans happy, as long as they respected boundaries, were good for him and his career. Word would spread how nice he was and new people might go see his new movies too. When the shy girl came over, he smiled at her.<br/><br/>"Of course. I'm glad you like them."<br/><br/>He said and thought of having Diane take the picture but realized that would look pretty shitty. His wife wasn't his slave. Instead, he said.<br/><br/>"Rich, come over here."<br/><br/>Like he had told Rich earlier, he worked him for him, not the other way around. Rich was still pretty pissed about how Diane had treated him shopping. He wasn't a fucking slave. He was an agent, damn it! Martin wouldn't have what he had if it wasn't for Rich finding him new movies, brokering deals. He resisted the urge to yell in Martin's face for thinking he could order him around like Diane had.<br/><br/>"Yes, Martin?"<br/><br/>Rich said, his voice was tense, and Martin replied, nice but with an edge of stern in it.<br/><br/>"Take our picture."<br/><br/>Rich almost said 'yes, master' but behaved and only said it in his head. Martin must have been a mind reader, because he gave him a look before he put on his acting face. Rich took the camera and Martin put his arm around the girl's shoulders. Smiling for the camera. After Rich snapped a few pictures, to make sure the girl should have a good one. Martin took the pad and pen and asked.<br/><br/>"What's your name?"<br/><br/>He always asked that. He'd never remember it, he met far too many people once his career took off. However, he did try to write to the fan's name with his autograph. Make it more personal for them.<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>~"Eight sounds perfect to me."~<br/><br/>Paul replied to Colette. He had a sweet tooth, his mother would have to keep him away from the town bakeries or he'd buy all the sweets up. Martin used to say the best way to his heart was to just offer him chocolate. Paul didn't want to think about Martin. Instead, he'd focus on his new friend and exploring Paris. A city he never thought he'd ever see in person. Might as well make some good memories here before he figured out what to do when his hotel stay was over. Good memories would balance out how the trip had began.<br/><br/>~"I'd love to try out this bakery."~<br/><br/>All they would need to do was figure out the logistics of where they would meet up before they headed out.<br/><br/>~"Did you want to meet in the lobby? Or at the bakery? I don't want to get you in trouble with your bosses.'~<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what the Le Grand Hotel's management thought of their employees hanging out with their guests. It might be frowned upon, especially since they catered to the wealthy. Colette was a good person and he did not want to get her in trouble.