Anastasia smiled widely and chuckled at Jillian's remark, her cheeks growing a shade pinker. It felt good to be complimented by someone who's opinion she actually cared about. "I have to look at least halfway decent if I'm going out on a date with a celebrity. What would the press think of you if they saw you hauling around some mess of a girl in an old sweatshirt? You have to maintain your public image," she teased, glad Jillian wasn't quite famous enough for the press to interfere with their date tonight. She already had enough trouble avoiding those journalists that went after her because of her connection to Montresor.