[It's still overwhelming and confusing for Daisy that people, actual strangers, care about her at all. Much less actually want to take pictures or have things signed by her, which she does. She's dressed a lot more chill this year compared to last, it was just too much effort and she didn't feel like getting fussed over by stylist like last year.
She didn't concern herself with all the security around, it's not like they could do something that she could do if someone actually tried anything. She just got done taking pictures with the last person who had been part of the small swarm she had found herself in when she spots Jesse. Making her way over to him, Daisy pretends to be an enthusiastic fan.]
Oh my god. Can you sign my boob?!
[He had left before she was even conscious this morning, which she knew about considering everything he had to set up for his booth.]
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She didn't concern herself with all the security around, it's not like they could do something that she could do if someone actually tried anything. She just got done taking pictures with the last person who had been part of the small swarm she had found herself in when she spots Jesse. Making her way over to him, Daisy pretends to be an enthusiastic fan.]
Oh my god. Can you sign my boob?!
[He had left before she was even conscious this morning, which she knew about considering everything he had to set up for his booth.]