Diesel had trouble keeping up with her. People parted for her, but once they recognized his face - which was currently all over the news feeds. Evidently he'd been nominated for some award again - the crowd pressed closer to him, closing off his chase. With a few rough shoves he managed to beat his way out of the main room and follow her retreating form. Once he reached the patio, though, he lost her trail. He cursed as he let the tinny city air cool the sweat on his face.

Regardless, his fame was catching up to him again and faces were pressing against the glass doors. Tiny cams winked their digital eyes, catching spontaneous pictures of him that he knew would end up on the net that very night.

Using his athletic strength, he leaped the barrier to the next patio where some people were holding a private party. They seemed surprised at first to be suddenly hosting the racing star, but smiled with him conspiratorially when he motioned them to be quiet and not give away where he was. Even more helpful, one of the women suddenly shouted and pointed the opposite direction he was headed, allowing him plenty of diversion to escape.

The night ended with him walking along the streets, finding his way back to the apartments. He wondered what Nash would make of his discovery that night.