She looked a bit apprehensive but nodded. "I don't want to eat anything big, just snacks…… from there." She pointed towards the stall. "Is that okay?" she asked meekly.

  "We don't need to have fancy dinners. Weird rich people food is out of the question for the two of us." They walked over to the little stall with tables beside it. "You're really happy here," Cage chuckled.

  "What can I say, I am a simple girl." She shrugged.

  "Nothing simple about you…… except how lovable you are."

  "What a glib tongue." The man behind the stall walked over to them. The bodyguards had occupied another table right next to them. They were alert as they looked around. Katherine and Cage were making their jobs a little hard but seeing people go on with their lives so simply was also refreshing for the guards.

  "What will you be having?" the man asked. Katherine looked down at the worn-out menu and picked out what she wanted. Cage followed, ordering a glass of the local alcohol before smiling at the man.

  "Do any of you want to order?" he asked the guards. They respectively shook their heads.

  Katherine sighed, feeling horrible. "Please give them the best non-alcoholic beverage you have," she objected before the man could leave. "That's okay, right?" she asked, referring to the guards. They nodded but said nothing.

  The food was placed by a younger girl. As she placed their food, she kept staring at Cage. "You're Cage Cavanaugh, right?" she asked, her tone thick with an accent.

  Cage braced himself and smiled. "Yes."

  "I'm a big fan," she told him. She glanced at the other man who had seated them and asked for his approval. The man nodded much to the girl's relief.

  "Thank you for your support," he responded, wondering what the girl would say next.

  "Can I get an autograph?" she wondered softly.

  "Sure. Do you have a pen that I can use?" She looked up, confused but Katherine was quick to respond, digging into her purse and finding a pen quickly. The girl had a notepad on her, so she passed it to him in understanding. "What's your name?"

  "Katherine." Cage grinned and scribbled his signature.

  "Well, Katherine. I'll have to ask you to take good care of me and my Katherine, then." The girl pocketed the paper with a bright smile and walked away.

  The glasses of alcohol came soon and they thanked her profusely.

  "You're very beautiful," the girl said shyly, looking at Katherine. Katherine chuckled and nodded.

  "You're very beautiful, too. Maybe, it is our name," she suggested, making the girl blush.

  "There are so many people staring at us," Katherine said consciously.

  "It'll die down after tonight. Maybe not fully, but enough to give us breathing space. We're a very boring couple to cover. They want the salacious and the scandal. We're pretty much the average couple on a date."

  Katherine giggled at the prospect of drama. "That will weed out a lot of potential suspects," she said softly. "I got a lot of emails from boutiques offering dresses, though." She looked surprised.

  "Wait for award season. They'll be scrambling to put their dress on you," Cage told her.

  "But I'm not famous." She scrunched her nose in distaste.

  "Well, you're not a celebrity but all eyes will be on you. So, boutiques and designers will try to get you to wear dresses. You could also become famous and do reality shows……"

  She stuffed some food in her mouth. "Shut up. I have no intention of being famous."

  The food was amazing. Rarely did Cage get to eat street food, so this was a rare delight.

  "Back off," they heard Corey growl. They turned to see him towering over a guy who had come closer than the others and was trying to take pictures. The camera he was using was professional, so the other reporters would be following soon.

  "Sir?" Corey asked them.

  "Ready to go?" Cage asked her.

  "Yeah," she agreed. Their food was almost finished and they could carry the rest in their hands for the time being. Better be on the move. Cage leaped to the stall to pay before Katherine could think about it. Much to her dismay.

  Cage missed H city a tiny bit because celebrities always walked the streets there. People weren't that enthusiastic about meeting them.

  They walked around for a bit before spotting an old church. The architecture was huge and imposing, seeming to stretch to the skies.

  Katherine looked around, knowing that people were staring at them. "They probably think we're sneaking in to get married or something," she snickered.

  Cage laughed, looping his hand around her waist. "Do you want to?"

  She turned to him, her eyes wide in shock. "Now?" she squeaked.

  "Not now. I was wondering if you'd like to marry in a place like this." The look on her face was priceless. As if someone had offered her a million dollars and then said that a strip show was complementary.

  "Oh." Cage heard the disappointment in her voice. He looked at her carefully, wondering if she wanted him to propose. If that was what she wanted, he would do it in a heartbeat. The only thing that was stopping him was her thinking they were moving too quickly. It hadn't been long since he asked her to move in. "No," she said firmly.

  "I don't want to marry in a place where a lot of people will see us. Instead, I want a small wedding with only close family and friends. That way, we can spend our special day together."

  They were on the same page.

  "I'll keep that in mind." They looked at the church for a few more moments before turning to each other. "Let's go home." The home they would live in for the next few months.

  The bodyguards fell into step again. Soon, they spotted a car waiting for them. Once inside, Katherine curled into him. They were to return to the hotel and then leave for their new apartment secretly.

  "Ah, we need to buy groceries." No more room service meant cooking food.