Pov y/n

Rose currently tells us about the sleepover and how they were allowed to help cook dinner, when a woman with a child comes to our table. I'd say the child is around ten and looks super excited and nervous. Scarlett seems to notice them too and puts on a smile, familiar with this situation.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, my daughter is a huge fan and I wanted to ask if you could give her an autograph?" The woman asks politely and points to her daughter.

The girl's eyes are big as she looks at Scarlett and she seems to shake a little in nervousness. Scarlett glances around us for a second before she looks back to the girl and her mom and nods with a smile.

"Of course. I just don't have a pen or paper with me." She explains and the woman quickly pulls out a pen and a napkin. I see amusement in Scarlett's eyes and continue to watch the interaction.

Rose noticed it as well and stopped to tell her story, waiting for her mom to be able to listen again. She swings her legs a little, careful not to kick me because she's still on my lap.

Scarlett asks the girl for her name and writes a few lines onto the napkin before she signs it and hands it to the girl. For a second it looks like she's gonna faint and Scarlett gives her a soft smile and stands up.

"Do you need a hug?" She asks and I can hear by the tone of her voice that her mom-instincts are going off.

The girl nods and Scarlett opens her arms and hugs the girl carefully.

This seems to really do it because now the girl starts crying out of happiness, clinging onto the hug a little bit.

Scar holds her and says a few soothing words until the girl stopps crying.

Suddenly I notice the mother looking at me and her face becomes a little condescending and she presses her lips together. I'm more than confused about her behavior but ignore it because I don't know what's it about.

Scar and the girl let go of each other and the woman thanks her before leading her daughter away. Scarlett sits down again and glances around us again before returning her attention back to Rose and me. I raise an eyebrow in question.

"I just checked if there were many people around. Even though I love meeting fans and signing stuff for them, I don't like it when one friendly gesture leads to a bunch of people coming up to me while I'm spending time somewhere privately. That's why I checked before and after I gave that autograph and it doesn't seem like anyone else noticed." She explains and I nod, understanding her action now.

I can imagine that it's annoying or stressful to never be left alone when you're out of your home, no mater how much you love your fans.

Rose continues to tell us about the sleepover while we sip on our coffees and listen to her, asking a few questions in between to show her we're really listening.

I want to concentrate on Rose's story but for some reason the look the woman gave me doesn't let me go and I start to wonder why she looked at me like that. I'm just sitting here with Scarlett and Rose, enjoying our day.

Since I don't come to a conclusion, I try to ignore that thought and concentrate back on the two blondes I'm here with.

When all of us are done, we stay seated for a bit longer because Rose is still telling us about what happened. Children really have a way of explicitly telling you everything.

I don't mind though, honestly it's cute.

Suddenly Scarlett's phone rings and after she looked at it, she excused herself to take the call.

Rose doesn't seem to mind this time and just turns around to look at me while telling her story. I smile at her and nod while she tells me about how they stayed up half an hour longer than allowed. It's adorable how excited she gets over it.

When she comes to an end, Scarlett comes back in, looking a tiny bit more stressed now. I make eye contact with her and try to silently ask her what's wrong but she waves it off and smiles.

"Do you want to come back with us?" She offers and Rose immediately cheers and looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Pleaseeeee, come with us." She begs and once again I have to admit to the power this sweet girl has on me with those eyes.

"I'd love to." I agree and Rose grins in victory before sliding off my lap to get ready to go.

I get up as well and we leave the little store. Since the streets are still full, Rose takes Scarlett's and my hand to not get lost.

Scarlett leads the way because I obviously don't know where their car is parked.

This time, a few more people seem to notice her because some heads turn into our direction and I feel people's gaze on us, or me to be exact. It's a weird feeling to be stared at as if I'm some animal in the zoo.

When I catch the gaze of one person, I notice a judging expression on their face and frown a little. What is this about?

The other people who are looking at me have a similar face expression and it makes me feel uneasy, especially when I notice one woman leaning closer to another one and whispering something in her ear while looking at me.

The other woman nods and gives me a condescending look. I turn my head, not wanting to see that any longer.

I have no clue what's going on and maybe it just feels like those people are looking at me and are actually looking at something else but it makes me feel shitty.

I try to ignore that feeling and let myself be guided by Scarlett and Rose. We get into the car and Scarlett makes sure, Rose is safely buckled up before she starts the engine.

The radio starts to play and I chuckle when I hear the children's channel play.

Scarlett looks at me for a second and I nod, agreeing with letting it play. It is adorable how Rose wiggles in her seat to the music and it also gives me time to think about what just happened.

I can try to convince myself as much as I want but deep down I know those people were looking at me, just like the mother in the cupcake shop was looking at me. And they didn't look out of curiosity, that's for sure. But what did I do wrong?

I don't recall doing anything stupid or so. Even after another few minutes, I still have no clue and it's pulling my mood down and also makes me a little fidgety. I'm scared, that I did anything, that will brush off on Scarlett and will make some kind of trouble in her career, that's the last thing I would want to happen.

We arrive back at their house and get out of the car. I put on a smile to cover up the fact that I'm overthinking right now, not wanting Rose to catch on to that.

She jumps around us as we go to the door and Scarlett unlocks it and we all enter the house. Rose is the first to get out of her shoes. Scarlett smiles softly at her daughter while we get out of our shoes as well. She crouches down and Rose instantly goes to her, knowing Scarlett wants to say something to her.

"As much as I want to play with you, Rosie, I think you have a bit of homework to do for the upcoming week, am I right?" She asks softly and Rose nods with a tiny pout.

"How about you do them now and when you're done, we can play whatever you want?" Scarlett compromises and after a second of thinking about it, Rose nods and gives us a small wave before going upstairs to her room.

I follow Scarlett into the living room and absentmindedly flop down onto the couch. She sits down next to me and observes me for a few moments.

"What's bothering you?" She asks and gently places her fingers underneath my chin to turn my head to look at her.

I sigh and purse my lips in thought, not sure how to word my thoughts. Her hand lets go of my chin and grabs onto my hands that are fiddling in my lap.

"It's just...did you notice...when we were outside..." I try but no sentence feels right to begin with. Scarlett looks at me, her eyes soft and reassuringly, not pushing me to hurry up, leaving me all the time I need.

"People were starring at us, at me. I know you are probably used to people looking at you but when they looked at me, they seemed so...judgy." I finally get out and take a breath as I feel a tiny bit overwhelmed.

Scarlett sucks in her bottom lip and nods, waiting to see if I have anything to add before she speaks.

"The call I got in the shop was from my publicist." She starts and for a second I am confused how that's concerning what I just said but I let her continue.

"She told me that there are a bunch of articles released since our date last night. I mean, it was obvious that there would be paparazzi who would take pictures and we both knew that and decided to ignore that and I don't regret that at all, I had the best night in a long time." Her eyes sparkle at the memory and my heart warms a little at that sight.

"I did expect some sort of article to appear on some gossip page, sadly that's normal when people don't care about what might be a private moment. But the articles are a little different, than I expected. I thought they would be about me dating and kissing a woman and assumptions about my sexuality, some of them are, but most of the articles aren't...they are about you." Scarlett gives me a second to process her words.

I agree with everything she said, we were aware that people were able to see us and take pictures last night and we decided to ignore that and just live in the moment. Since I'm usually not interested in gossip, I didn't care about what the media would say, unless it would put a negative light on Scarlett and or Rose. But apparently that's not what happened and even though I usually don't care, I wanna know now what those articles say that makes people look at me like that.

"Do you mind if I look one of those articles up?" I ask.

"Of course, you're free to do that but you might not like what you read. But please, keep in mind that that's not how I see you at all." She emphasizes and it makes my anxiety well up inside me.

I pull out my phone and put in her name in the search bar. I don't need to click on any pages to understand why people were looking at me judgmental.

Scarlett Johansson seen with younger woman, are they dating?; Young woman suddenly close with Scarlett Johansson- what are her intentions?; Scarlett Johansson, is her new lover trying to get some money?; Gold digging in Hollywood?; Is a young woman trying to steal Scarlett Johansson's heart or money? Everything we know so far about ScarJo's new lover.

I feel the color draining from my face at all those headlines and gulp before clicking onto the last headline, interested and scared what they think to know about me.

Turns out, not a lot, only that I'm probably new in Scarlett's life and that I was the person she was seen with a few weeks ago at the beach. The assumption about me not being rich is true and I didn't mind it until now but now it makes me feel uneasy and shift in my seat.

I look up to meet Scarlett's concerned gaze that tells me she was informed about what those articles are saying.

My phone drops out of my hand into my lap as I try to sort out my thoughts.

People think I'm with Scarlett for her money, that I will pull some weird trick to get some of it. They doubt that my intentions are anything but love or care. It hurts me deeper than I want to admit that that's how it looks like.

What hurts me the most is that a tiny part inside of me is worried that Scarlett might think the same.

She seems to notice my upset state and reassuringly squeezes my hands, making me look into her eyes. I almost expect to see something like hesitation or doubt in them but there is nothing but care and worry in them.

"You know, I'm not..." I try to explain but somehow my throat feels dry and I can't continue my sentence. Scarlett nods and searches for my eyes that are avoiding hers.

"I know you're not in this for my money or anything material. I know about your feelings for me, not only because you told me but because I saw and see them in your eyes. You're intentions were nothing anything close to what those gossip pages say." She assures me and finally my eyes are able to settle on hers. She is being genuine and honest and there is not a single bit of doubt in her eyes.

"But it looks like I'm trying to get your money." I mumble and press my lips together.

Insecurity spreads inside me and suddenly mixes with the fear of Scarlett wanting to leave me. My fingers in her hand start to fidget even more and she instantly notices my change in behavior.

"I don't care what it looks like, I know you're not and I only care about you being okay right now because it can be very overwhelming and scary when magazines spread gossip." She says in a soft, calming voice and intertwines our fingers to give me something to hold onto.

"But what if I am subconsciously doing just that?" I ask and my voice cracks a little. I don't know why I'm suddenly questioning myself but seeing all those people think I'm only in it for money, made me wonder if they might be right and I just didn't notice it before.

Scarlett shakes her head, a very sure expression on her face.

"You're not. I know it's hard to ignore what the media says and not let it consume you but I know you and I know you're not in it for my money." She assures me but I can't meet her eyes anymore and watch our hands that lay in my lap.

"You wanna know how I know this?" She asks and I nod. I feel so dumb for overthinking this but I can't help it. All the looks of people and those headlines are stuck in my head and I'm doubting everything right now.

"I know that because when we first meet, you didn't know who I am, that I'm an actress and that I have money you could try to get. You always treated me nice and it didn't change when you learned who I am, not in the slightest. I've met people who were trying to befriend me for my money and they acted completely different than you do. And if that's not enough: when I took you on our first date, you were worried about the prices on the menu and we talked about it and solved it. If you were in it for my money, you wouldn't have hesitated a second and probably would have ordered the most expensive food. And to not forget the newest situation, just one or two hours back you paid me back the money for your muffin and coffee. If you wanted to use me for my money, you wouldn't have done that. So, no, you're not in this for my money, not even subconsciously." Scarlett closes her little speech and squeezes my hands reassuringly.

I lift my gaze to meet her eyes that are as soft as ever and a tiny smile forms on her lips when we lock eyes.

I take a breath and think about what she just said and my nerves start to settle down. She's right, I never thought about her money in a way of wanting to have it.

I recall the few times she gave me money, they were always connected to me watching Rose and were either to pay for my job to watch her or to pay for the activities Rose and I went onto.

I accepted the money only because I knew that it was for what I did.

Not once did I ask her to pay for something out of the reason to take advantage of her wealth. I think I never asked her to pay anything for me. As the thoughts settle in, I feel a weight lifted off my chest and it's only now that I realize that it was there.

"Thank you for the reassurance, my thoughts just...spiraled and I couldn't think about anything else but the headlines and how the people looked at me when we walked to the car." I say and give her a small smile. She returns it and lifts our hands up to kiss the back of mine, giving me little butterflies.

"I will always be here to reassure you and to help you through these and any kind of things." She says and gives me a soft smile that makes my heart fill with warmth.

"Since it's now on the table anyway, could we shortly discuss the money topic again? I know we already talked about it but I want to explain why I gave you the money back today." I start and almost expect her to be annoyed but she keeps the same understanding expression and nods for me to continue.

"I'm used to having to work for the money I spend on things, no matter what they are, it's just how I grew up. I know that you earn more than me and I don't know, nor do I need to know how much it is. It's just...new and a little weird for me when I suddenly don't have to work for the things that I am consuming, you know?" I try to explain my view on the topic and Scarlett nods agreeingly.

"I totally understand and respect that. I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, so if me paying for you makes you feel uneasy, please tell me like you did today, so we can handle the situation and you can give me the money back if you want to." She says and I let out another breath, glad she doesn't judge me for my view on money.

"When I pay for you, I don't mean to show off anything or to make you feel bad in any way. I mean it as a friendly gesture and I know I said it before but sometimes I might also do it to spoil you a little because I know how hard you work and you deserve every penny you get, if not even more. I know you can pay for all those things on your own, a part of me still wants to spoil you though, so you can safe that money up for bigger things or other things you need in your apartment or life. But just because I feel that way, doesn't mean you have to take it, at all. I totally understand that it can make you uncomfortable when I spend my money on you." She continues to talk about her side.

I slowly nod and think about her words. I never saw it as showing off, some part of me knew she was being nice and I appreciate it so much. Her words touch me because they show me how much she cares about me and my wishes for the use of my money.

"Thank you for telling me your side of this and thank you for caring so much about me. I understand where you're coming from, I do. But I still am not used to it and I don't want to take it for granted that you pay for me." I say and start to play with her fingers again.

"You don't have to get used to it. I respect that boundary and your view on money and those situations. I just wanted you to know why I do it and that it's not to make you feel uncomfortable, okay?" She asks with a soft voice and lets go of one hand to brush some hair out of my face before cupping it. I lean into her touch and see her eyes lighting up at my small movement.

"There might be situations like this again, please tell me like you did today when you want to pay for yourself, so I know and can either let you pay or you can give me the money back. Is that alright with you?" She asks and I smile a little because this whole conversation shows me how much she cares about me and how I feel about things.

Relationships might not be easy but we are exploring boundaries right now and talk about them to make sure we don't cross them and that is just something that fills me with utter happiness because it means so much in many different ways.

"That is more than alright with me. And thank you again for respecting that and making sure I'm okay with it." I agree and turn my head a little to reach her palm to give it a gentle kiss.