Lev felt something bump into him. He hadn't even so much as budged and a girl had crashed head on into him. Though she seemed to topple a bit in surprise, he hadn't so much as flinched. He stared at her, absolutely perplexed and confused. Watch where he was...? She seemed to have a nasty temper. The crowd was in awe by the girl's attitude. Who was she, and why was she committing suicide by telling off Lev, such a big star, in front of the Press?
'Idiot!'
'You're rude!'
'He didn't do anything, you jerk!'
'Get away from him!'
He hesitated before smiling warmly to her, ignoring the voices from the crowd for the moment. "I'm sorry. I was in way. I will be more careful." He moved out of her way and held his arm out, allowing her to pass in an elegant manner. The gaggle of girls from earlier shut themselves up, blushing at the scene and wishing to all mighty Gods that they could have been treated in such a way by a hunk.