Eve’s girls looked at each other and wondered if they were a business couple and a private couple. Ivan and Lucina looked like a perfect match. Even their outfits were complements of each other. But Eve and her crew held their comments to themselves.

When they rounded the corner of Sixth Avenue and headed back to the downtown club, a long crowded line had gathered outside on the sidewalk.

Now, this is what I am used to seeing, Lucina told herself.

It was no big deal to Eve. She had been used to seeing large crowds for years.

Ivan asked her, “You don’t mind if we take pictures for the website, do you? We’ll make sure that they all look good.”

Eve grinned. She said, “I’ve seen the website. I already know you use good pictures. I’m fine with it.”

Ivan told her, “That’s good. My photographer’s ready to set it all up as soon as we arrive.”

When they pulled up to the curb, Ivan’s photographer was eager, waiting, and ready with his ideas. He popped his head inside the limo with his camera in hand and started directing.

“Okay, we need Eve to sit in the middle, with Ivan and Lucina on both sides.”

They rearranged their seating inside the limo to accommodate the photographer before he snapped several pictures of them.

“Okay, now I need to get pictures of you guys climbing out.”

One by one, they climbed out of the limo while the photographer took several shots of it all. Then he took shots of them posing out on the sidewalk in front of the limo. That’s when the line took notice and got to talking excitedly among themselves.

“That’s her, right there. It’s Eve.”

“She’s taller than I expected.”

“Yeah, she has heels on.”

“Yo, she’s sexy as hell.”

“Is that her real hair color?”

“No, you know that’s all dyed.”

“I wonder if she’s just gonna stand over in the VIP section all night.”

“When is Busta Rhymes supposed to get here?”

“That’s Lucina Gallo with her, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, and, um…Ivan David.”

“Oh, he’s the one who runs I.D. Promotions?”

“Duuhh. I.D. Promotions, like in I-van Da-vid.”

“Shut up!”

When they finished taking pictures outside the club and headed toward the entrance with security surrounding them, one of the guards stopped Ivan and stuck his hand out. “I had no idea who you were a while ago. But I’ve been watching you grow. You keep it going, man.”

Ivan shook his hand. It was the same security guard who had teased him about his double first name nearly a year ago, outside the Padres party.