Jennifer

It is three o'clock in the afternoon, or nearly so, and we’ve been walking the mall for two hours and have yet to enter to any stores. We can't even walk right by so many people bombarding us with pictures and autographs. It's funny because people know who I am, well, at least my name, and they are embarrassed when they come to talk to us. Usually, I end up being the photographer, taking the pictures for Hunter and his fans.

After almost another half hour of surrendering to the fans’ needs, we enter a store. I am so desperate to start shopping to get out of the autograph craze that I don’t even notice the store we walk into. When I realise which one, I find out that Hunter likes this store. Unfortunately, I am starving, so my mood is on edge.

“What about this?” Hunter comically shows off a pink leather jacket, making fun of it.

It's impossible not to laugh; even the employees are laughing. I look at him, denying the choice.

“Right, not this one.” He puts the scandalous coat back on th