Along The Way

"I..."

Ian turned around to see Isabella standing frozen, her gaze intense as she shook her head. "Why are you not coming?"

Isabella sighed, casting a thin glance his way, and narrowed her eyes. "Because I don't really like having a target pasted on my head. Did you know you have groupies?"

Ian, perplexed, shot a questioning look at Isabella. "Groupies?"

"Groupies? You know, those female fans who might be interested in their idol? Like puck bunnies? Court queens? You get the drift."

Ian grimaced. "I know what 'groupies' means. But I don't know why you would say I have them. I'm no musician or band member."