Hi-May

Aurore is from Paris. She was alone in the lobby of the Liberty Hotel in Boston. The hotel used to be a jail and now it’s posh. I invited her to my renovated cell.

Your facebook status says “Married”, so why are you messaging him every 5 minutes? You’re always trying to hold his hand and kissing him and asking him if you can tag along. Everyone is starting to talk. You guys look so cute together. We were all saying that when he picked you up outside of The Tribeca Grand. But he can’t afford to get too used to this. Of course he loves your hat. You know that’s it’s his favorite hat. Please behave. Tonight you have to behave. I know it doesn’t look like work, but he is working. That’s Roxy. She’s a promoter in New York. No, she’s just really friendly. Trust me, she’s not a bitch. I don’t know, maybe she’s European. Yes, she’ll probably be in Miami for Basel too. He doesn’t know if he needs an assistant for that yet? I’m sure he knows that you need time to book off work, but he won’t know anything more for a few more weeks. No one’s making fun of your outfit on Twitter. It’s just a coincidence. You’re being silly. Every photographer here has rushed to take your picture tonight. Calm down. There you go. Okay? He just gave you two more drink tickets. Campari orange. He’ll be right here. He won’t move. He misses you already too.