41. Spanish Sweetheart

Sofia met James at the entrance to the studio, and they greeted each other with a light hug, and a peck.

"And Tye?"

"He insisted on a tour of the studio over the both of us," she chuckled, as he led her down the short set of steps.

James paused, glancing up at her, "You told him I was here?"

Sofia chuckled, nodding, "He didn't hesitate."

James clutched his chest with his free hand, and shook his head, "It's always the closest ones," he said, and she laughed at him, shielding her mouth from view.

"Oh, it's funny to you huh." He shook his head at her, but she placed her free arm on his, apologizing.

Then the cameras flashing drew her attention, and she immediately shielded her face from view. James held her behind him, parting the crowd with slight difficulty. He left her arm, and held her across her shoulders, bringing her closer to himself.

"Don't say a word. I'm right here," he whispered reassuringly.

Sofia nodded slowly. She could never get used to getting hedged in. She kept her he