eleanor looked over her shoulder for the individual that had said it to her but they were nowhere to be seen. "uh-" the woman turned back, looking a little confused. now she was worried that the entire thing hadn't even been real. there was a possibility that she'd overheard someone talking, not even about her, but applied it due to how she was feeling. "i thought i heard-" she shook her head. "it doesn't matter." now, tears were starting to form against her will. 'don't. cry. there are cameras, eleanor.' was that her own mind or her mother's voice?
logan wasn't unfamiliar with instances like these with eleanor. of course, she wasn't crazy; her confidence just often faltered, and she was often there to pull her back up, or at least attempt to. eyebrows furrowed in concern, " hey, " she reached out to touch her shoulder, " wanna get out of here ? " she wasn't quite ready to leave, but she could tell that eleanor needed her right now.
eleanor was rich after selling part shares in her grandfather's company, perhaps more than when she ran it as she had more time to do what she was good at - she'd never been one much for numbers. still, it wasn't lost on her that she appeared to have more money than sense. her eyes flickered down as logan touched her shoulder; if it would have been anyone else, she would have jumped out of her skin. "i just thought that-" she turned around again, just to catch sight of a different photographer before bringing her head back around quickly. eleanor wasn't naive i that she knew that she could have thoughts not based in reality. "it's fine. i expected there to be a lot of people but for some reason, i didn't think they'd be this many.













