"There's a cafe down the street that I noticed smelled really good on my way in here. We can try that place," he replied, nodding to the wide stairs that lead up onto the ground level behind the stadium.
Looking back at the press still milling around talking to the teammates that hadn't left yet, he looked back to the girl. "Or did you need to talk to the press? Some of them have been looking this way probably wondering if they can talk to you, but they won't come over here."
That happened sometimes. Whenever Jackson didn't want to be disturbed, it seemed like people would walk out into the middle of busy streets to avoid him. It was very odd but then again, it had been New York and people did weird things all the time there.