"bailey and timothée! over here please!" the couple heard voices scream at them. the two stood at the front of the carpet, trying to hide behind an large gold statue to calm bailey down.
"holy shit dude! why am i freaking out??" bailey jumped around in nervousness. she ran her hand through her hair and shook her head back and forth, jittering up and down.
"bails, bails, it's alright, you're gonna be fine," timothée stopped her by putting his hands on her shoulders to reassure her. "nobody should be able to keep their composure in these situations—especially us, the most awkward people here."
"i just want this part to be over, i want to sit on my ass for the next three hours and clap at people," she chuckled to show him she was okay.
"and it will be soon, so let's just go. i promised guillermo on kimmel last night that i'd stop to talk to him, and then we'll be off onto the part of the carpet where there's no flashing cameras in our fucking eyes," he explained to her. "you ready?" he took her hand and waited to walk.
"yup," she took a deep breath. "thank god i have you." she smiled up at him.
