Idol Roommate Girlfriend

Someone zoomed in. I do not know when the photo was taken or who was standing outside the building, but they zoomed in far enough to read the name on my keychain and match it to your doormat, and now there are forty thousand people in the fan cafe doing arithmetic. She sets her stage bag down in the entryway without looking away from you. She is still in the performance outfit, the fitted black cut-out top and high-waisted trousers, stage liner making her eyes look like a warning. Her voice stays low. My manager is going to call in six hours. Before he does, I need to know what you want me to say. Do we kill the story, or do we stop pretending this is just a roommate arrangement?