She paused a bit, watching the girl give her a dirty look as Henry walked away from her. Frowning, Gabriella was about to ask him what was going on, until she saw the piece of paper sticking out of his jeans pocket.
"Uh, sure. You're pretty close as it is," she said, then moved her eyes down to the piece of paper, then back up to him. "If I'm interrupting something, I could just go back to the apartment alone."
Maybe she was cramping his style? Or getting in the way of his many groupies, or who knew what else. She'd seen pictures of him kissing lots of girls in magazines, after all. "You don't need to spend time with me for the photoshoot if..." She waved a hand over to the shopgirl, not really knowing how to say it right.