She closes her eyes. "I don't know how this ends, but I can only run so long. Eventually, they will find me."
"No. I won't let that happen."
"Maybe the other girls can get away from them. I hope they do. But I'm too famous. They have people everywhere, all over the world. At some point, someone will recognize me."
I squeeze her hand. "We'll figure it out. I will protect you, Zoe."
A tiny smile forms. "Let's change the subject, okay?"
I don't reply.
A few minutes pass. "Should we play fake fan trivia?"
"I'm not sure what that is."
"It's how I tell if you're a fair-weather fan or a die-hard."
"I'm a die-hard."
"We will see about that," she chirps.
"How do we play?"
"I ask you questions about me and my career. You have to get at least 95% right to be a die-hard."
"I bet I'll get 100%."
She snorts. "Don't be so cocky."
"Bring it, my Little Diva."
"How old was I when I had my first headline tour."
"Twenty-five, Craving Tour."
She sits up. "Aren't you an overachiever?"
I pump my fist in the air.
"What am I allergic to?"
"Bee stings."
She claps. "Bravo. Are you allergic to anything?"
"Nope."
"Okay. What flower do I hate?"
"Western Skunk Cabbage because you don't like the smell. Can't say I blame you there."
"Impressive. Any flowers you don't like?"
"Rafflesia. They smell like decaying meat."
"Ewe. Disgusting."
"Yep. Next question."