Justin had a small duffel bag over his shoulder, a pair of sunglasses, and the same white fedora he had warn to the initila meeting. He strutted out toward the limo, lettign the camera's snap as many shots as they wanted. He hadn't looked over the contract enough to know if there was some sort of nondisclosure, so he didn't discuss it at all. He just grabbed the limo handle, lowered his glasses and gave them a big grin.<br/><br/>"Take note paparazzi. I'm leaving the same hotel and hoping into the same limo as Keira Knightly. You'll know why eventually, but for now I love reading those stories you guys dream up about romantic trists."