Nikki was back in the dressing room after a long days work. She pulled out her clothes and started changing. She didn't get very far when she discovered she had an unwelcome visitor in the room.
"You!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Get out!"
"Funny," said the photographer, "you're stark naked and you're giving me orders?"
"Yes, dang it," Nikki frowned. "And it's been over between us for a long time, so don't you dare try to give me that stupid line of yours. Get out! Get out of my space. Get out of my dressing room. Get out of my life!"
It was then that the photographer (and ex-boyfriend) closed the distance, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He didn't even pull away when they heard the door open.
"Get away from her," Isaac growled.
"Ike, Ike," Nikki said, panicked, "it's not what it looks like, I swear -"
"I know Nikki," Isaac answered, his eyes trained on the photographer. "I was waiting outside for awhile now. I heard everything."
"Soooo..." said the photographer. "You're the new boyfriend."
"I don't really appreciate you harrassing Nikki," Isaac said calmly. "I suggest you leave."
He appraised Isaac, decided he was an easy mark and lunged towards him. Isaac resisted the urge to show off, and simply stepped aside so that he tripped and fell flat on his face.
In the insuring fight, Nikki took the opportunity to get her clothes on. It's rather chilly wearing nothing but underwear for the last few hours, even with the heat of the lights, and now that she was naked with the door open... clothes seemed like a really good idea.
In the end, Isaac gave the photographer a swift telekinetic kick out the door, and closed it behind him. Then he turned back to Nikki.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
Nikki finished pulling her shirt down and sauntered over to him.
"I am now," she said, putting her slim arms around his waist.
She kissed his cheek.
"My hero," she smiled.
Isaac smiled back.