Florian smiles as he takes some hair gel from a pot on the bedside table and runs his hand through his hair randomly. "Really? I would not picture her with a rockstar." He walks into the bathroom and pats her ass,as he lifts his toothbrush. "You on the other hand are a rock star's dream. Or at least this rock star's dream." He winks and brushes his teeth. "I'm psyched to meet them. Maybe I should have brought gifts. No one can dislike a person who brings a gift." He chuckles and puts his shoes on.

"I am. It is why you love me," he jokes, barely realising he had slipped the l word in. He finishes getting ready and leans on the wall as he waits, watching her dress. "You look beautiful. At least I can be distracted by your beauty if I get nervous. And hey, if they ask for a present, I'll just tell them all that what they saw last night was their present." He laughs hard and then looks up when she speaks. "Non, not me." He looks at the note with "Adele," written in perfect calligraphy. "This is not my writing style. What does it say?"

Florian shakes his head. "You are very beautiful, Adele, I promise." He smiles and watches her as she reads the note. When she looks up, he holds his hands up and shakes his head again. "Non. I did not leave any note." He takes it from her and adjusts his glasses as he starts to read the verse thereon. His lips move silently as his eyes scan the words and he looks back at Adele. "Oui - the epitome of resentment, as my professor used to say. This is weird. Who else has access to your bus?" He scratches his head and reads it again. "Seems a bit intellectual for a joke non?"

Florian sits beside her and turns the note over as if to search for a clue. "You know Destinee better than me....but surely she would not give her key away?" He sets the note down, noticing how Adele looks nervous. "Are you OK? " he asks, putting his arm around her shoulder. He reads again. "The piece is about someone having something the writer desires and thinks they deserve. Could...someone be jealous of your success? One of the other bands?" He shrugs, it was the only reason he could think of.

Florian tries to calm Adele, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head. However, in truth he was quite scared. Normally he was the sort of guy who slipped under the radar and ran clear of trouble, but there was no way he would leave Adele to deal with a jealous tour mate on her own. And then she said it and he felt a jolt in his stomach. "Pour moi?" He sits up a little and looks at Adele. "You...you really think so Adele?" Florian tries to stay calm as he stares at the note as if it's going to explode at any moment. "You have....a stalker, non? This is what you are saying.?" He breathes heavily and sighs. "Maybe you are just over thinking it?" He runs his hand through his hair again.

Florian starts to pace a little in front of Adele. He looks at his hand and then throws the note down on the dresser as if it's burning his skin. "You must have reported it, non? People are always trying to put the frighteners up famous women. Do you know why they did it? Did they say?" He wouldn't admit it out loud, but Florian was afraid, and his demeanour shows it, until Adele sounds scared, a moment which shakes Florian back to his senses. He kneels in front of her and holds her hands as he looks up at her. "Hey....hey do not worry, chéri. If someone has been on the bus....they can't have been, but we call the police, and they will find him." He takes a deep breath. "I promise, I will not let someone harm you." He kisses the back of her hand softly.

Florian nods and listens to her. "These bastards...I have read about stalkers like this in the past. He is playing on your trust by telling you nice things." He shakes his head. "Of course Destinee was not jealous. She would have been trying to make sure you feel calm. She is a good friend to you. Don't be scared Adele, it will be OK." He kisses her hand again. When she tears up, Florian pulls her into a hug and rubs her back gently as he holds her close. "I promise. I swear, Adele. You mean a lot to me. I would never let anyone do anything to harm you," he whispers to her.

Florian stayed quiet for a while, just holding Adele close and making sure she felt safe, even if only for a few moments. He was just as scared, if not more, than she was, but he couldn't let her see it. He had to be strong for Adele's sake. When she speaks, he nods and thinks. "Why don't we go outside and get a cigarette? Then you can decide if you want to call the police." He smiles at her, trying to make her seem more settled. "I don't think we should ignore it....in case he comes back, but it's your choice." He smiles softly and kisses her on the nose.

Florian gives Adele a reassuring smile and steps back as he gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It will be fine in the end. It's just someone trying to scare us, it will come to nothing." Even as he said it, he wasnt sure it was true, but he could tell she needed to hear these words. He picks up his pack of cigarettes and in the few seconds he needs to find a lighter he notices he has fallen behind Adele. He finds his lighter and steps outside. Seeing her sat on the bench, Florian walks towards her. "And in a mo-" his voice cuts off suddenly as a black flash appears from nowhere. A man in a long coat, a Casanova mask covering his face, strikes Florian hard across the ribs with a baton and the singer crumples with an awful groan, thudding against the ground. As he looks up, he sees the man standing over him.

As Florian lays on the floor groaning with the pain of being attacked, his assailant smiles darkly from above him, staring at the Frenchman as if a hunter over his game. Florian turns towards Adele and tries to tell her to run, when suddenly he notices some panic in the attacker when the cigarette lands in his hair. He paws at it before glaring at Adele. Florian, in an attempt to save his girlfriend from harm, calls out and grabs the man's leg. He looks at Adele with desperation in his eyes, remembering his promise not to let anyone harm her. "Adele....Adele, go to the bus, lock the door, cheri!" He yells as his eyes plead with her to run away.