Del Sol Valley, 5 pm

It’s late afternoon, Allan has decided to go for a jog and possibly hit the gym afterwards to get in shape for his next movie.

Allan: Well, this esplanade looks like a good place to jog, there are virtually no people at this hour.

He had to take it back, there are people at this hour, and not just regular people, but a paparazzi, ugh.

Allan: (Awkwardly) Hi, Szófia.
Szófia: Hi, Mr. Wilson, working out outdoors, huh? Would you mind posing for a few shots?

Allan: (To himself) Yeah, who cares anyway…

Szófia: Come on, Mr. Wilson, give us a smile for your fans.
Allan is so distracted he doesn’t even listen to her, all he wants is for it to end quickly, cause people are starting to gather around him.

Allan: (To self) Why does she want more pictures of me, she must have millions from all the times he has stalked me in broad daylight.

Szófia: Mr. Wilson? Would you mind looking at the camera?

Allan wouldn’t mind, if he were paying attention, but he’s too absorbed in his thoughts for that.

Szófia: Theeere you go, just one more and we’re done.
Allan: (Weary sigh) Yeah, just one more… until she catches me again.

He finally got rid of the reporter and was able to enter the gym.
Allan: Phew, it’s always the same with that woman, I’m gonna have to start going undercover. I wonder what kind of disguise I should use.

Allan: Though even in disguise she would surely recognize me. That’s how obsessed she is.

Anyway, before he starts his exercise routine, Allan checks his messages in Social Bunny, there are a couple from Brytani, one from Vikram and even one from Fabian. “Hey, Allan, how have you been, buddy?”

The joy of reading Fabian’s messages makes him forget the bad time with the photographer.

Well, it’s time to get back to exercising and lose that little extra weight!

But first he had to say hello to a friend or two.

Allan: And there goes another one.
Well, it seems that was all for the moment.

Allan: Okay, there’s no escape now, this is the real thing.

Obviously after so long without training, it turned out more difficult than expected.
Allan: Oof, I didn’t remember these things being so heavy…

Allan: What are those two looking at? Do I even know them? Well, maybe I met them at one of those Brytani’s crazy parties. Wild, wild times!

And then out of nowhere…
Allan: Aw, no, who let her in?

Szófia: Anything to tell your fans about the benefits of exercise and healthy living, Mr. Wilson?
Allan: Yeah, well, don’t leave it too long or it will come back to bite your a**.

Luckily the reporter left as quickly as she arrived. Allan took the opportunity to do some cardio. He just wishes that guy wasn’t staring at him. He’s starting to make him nervous.

The beard guy kept watching him for a while and then finally…
Beard guy: Hey, Mr. Wilson, can I have your autograph?

Ethan: Me too!
Dina: Me too!
Little girl: Me too!

Now not only do all these people want an autograph, but yet another reporter has arrived.
Reporter: Mr. Wilson, over here!

Allan: Okay… (Writes) “To Ethan with care. Allan Wilson.”
Ethan: Jeez, I can’t believe it, thank you Mr. Wilson!
Little girl: Will you hurry up? It’s my turn!

Allan: Here you go, Ethan. Say hello to Nina and Don for me.
Ethan: I will. Thank you very much again, Mr. Wilson.
Allan: No problem.

Allan flat out skips the exercise and goes about attending to his fans.
Allan: To Dina Caliente, or just Dina?
Dina: Just Dina, please.

Allan: Here you go, hon.
Dina: (Squeals) Oh my God, thank you, Al!
Allan: You’re most welcome, Dina.

Now here comes Kayla Flemming…
Kayla: Hi, Al, nice to see you.
Allan: Hi, Kyla, nice to see you too, babe.
Al knows Kyla and Dina from his old bar days. Good times.

And good memories too!

Back at the exercise machine, he finds it taken by none other than Orange Bailey-Moon, who is listening to this guy’s speech? Allan is sure he’s seen him before, but where?

Allan: Hi, how are you Orange? How are your dad and siblings doing?
Orange: Uh, we’re all fine, thank you, Mr. Wilson.

Allan just remembered who this guy is, he’s one of Don Lothario’s dealers. Not someone he’d let near his own kids. Best to stay close to Orange, just in case.

Dina is back, and now she’s flirting with Allan. He doesn’t know what to say; there are at least two paparazzi on site, it’s best to be careful. Too many adults around have made Orange nervous, so he takes refuge in his phone’s messages.

It seems that Dina’s interest has shifted to the tattoo guy. Allan wouldn’t recommend hanging with him, but she’s an adult anyway; Al is just there to make sure Orange doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd; he owes it to Thorn and to his late friend Octavia.

Dina got distracted with something else, Orange sets to continue with his training; tattoo guy transfers his attention to Allan.
Tattoo Guy: Hey Al, interested in buying something? I bring fresh merchandise.
Allan: Thanks, but I’ll pass, buddy.
Tattoo Guy: Cool, give me a call if you need anything.
Allan: (To self) Man, since when did the gym turn into this?

Good thing he got rid of tattoo guy in time because Molly Prescott just walked in.
Allan: Uh, hi Molly.
Molly: Hi, Mr. Wilson. Good to see you, please say hello to Lukas for me.
Allan: Sure, thank you, Mol.

The one time Al decides to hit the gym, and suddenly all of Del Sol Valley is here.

The evening has finally fallen…

Allan didn’t do much exercise today, and yet he’s exhausted. Intense day no doubt, hopefully tomorrow will be calmer.

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