Lucy raised an eyebrow, smirking as she began to slowly undress. “Excuse me, You were saying something about not peeking?” she teased, tossing her shirt on the floor deliberately, her eyes locked on his.

“Mm-hmm, I'm sure you are a gentleman...you won't peek,” she murmured in a low, sexy tone, stepping out of her jeans, her movements deliberately slow.

Lucy, now down to her underwear, leaned against the doorframe of the shower. “Are you sure you’re not curious? Because this shower is starting to feel a little lonely… and cold.”

She smiled, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Still not peeking?” she teased, slipping her underwear off and stepping into the shower.

Lucy, now fully under the water, turned around. “You know,” she said over the sound of the spray, “if you don’t hurry up, I might just…finish the tour alone... ”

Lucy raised her eyebrows, giving him a mock glare. “Excuse me, you think I need an hour?” She leaned back, folding her arms in exaggerated indignation. “Please, I can go from zombie to supermodel in, what, two minute. Watch this.”

Before Cameron could protest, she jumped up, threw on a casual white top and her favorite jeans, and pulled on her Brighton F.C. hoodie. She turned back to him, hands on hips.

“There we go! done and dusted. Ready to go,” she said, smirking as she headed to the door.

As they climbed into his car, Lucy settled into the passenger seat, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity.

“So,” she began, pulling the seatbelt across her, “where exactly are we headed? I’m dying to know if this ‘local restaurant’ you mentioned earlier is more fish and chips or five-star fine dining.”

(Out of RP: really sorry for the very Late reply, Amy ;) ).

Lucy got out, raising an eyebrow as she took in the building. “Forty bucks? For both of us? Wow, big spender. Didn’t realize megastars like you lived so large! But if you’re really such a gentleman, you’ll be footing the bill tonight. I haven’t had time to change my pounds into dollars yet.”

He gave her a mock look of shock.

“Yup. Don’t worry, you’ll be rewarded with… let’s say… another shower session later,” she said with a sly grin and a laugh as she walked ahead, leaving him momentarily stunned before he followed her inside.

The restaurant was buzzing with activity, families loading up plates, couples sharing desserts. They found a table by the window, and Lucy grabbed the menu, scanning it with wide eyes.

“This place is mad,” she said, flipping through the pages. “It’s like… the Hall of Fame of food. One menu, every cuisine. Pad Thai next to pizza, sushi sharing a page with shepherd’s pie..."

Lucy tapped her chin in mock deliberation. “ Maybe I’ll start in Mexico, stop off in Italy, and finish with Japan. What about you?”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. Only one Dish? That's Ambitious” shebjoke.

Lucy closed the menu with a decisive snap. “Sushi it is,” she said, a hint of mischief in her smile. “Prepare to be dazzled by my unparalleled chopstick skills.”

The waiter reappeared, jotting down their orders before disappearing again. As the buzz of the restaurant hummed around them, Lucy turned her gaze to Cameron, her expression was softening.

“So, tell me, hun,” she began, her voice quieter now, a touch more serious. “How are you? What’s been happening since Brighton? You’ve been a bit... hard to keep up with.”

Lucy felt a flicker of satisfaction. She’d struck a nerve, just as she intended. Cameron always seemed so composed, so unflappable, which was practically the opposite of her own whirlwind personality. Sometimes, she liked to poke him, just to see what would happen.

She laughed lightly, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, relax, I was only teasing, eheh.”

Cameron raised an eyebrow, still looking suspicious.

Lucy grinned and switched to another subject. “Your album’s finished? Really? So, tell me, Will I have a chance to hear it?”

There was a glimmer of genuine curiosity in her eyes.