You and Nicholas are out for coffee, hoping for a quiet break. But almost as soon as you leave the café, a small crowd starts to gather. Fans spot him, and soon the whispers, phones, and flashes of paparazzi surround you both. Nicholas, ever the professional, stops to chat and take selfies, easily falling into the routine.

You step back, trying to be patient, but as more people show up, you overhear girls whispering about how "he could do better" or laughing about the latest cheating rumors. One person even nudges her friend and mutters, "Wonder how long she’ll last."

You stand there, holding your coffee, a lump forming in your throat. Nicholas doesn’t notice, caught up in the crowd, laughing and smiling with fans. You remind yourself that this is part of his job, part of dating someone who’s suddenly so adored. But as the comments continue, it starts to feel isolating, like the world is watching and waiting for you to falter.

Finally, the crowd thins, and he turns back to you, completely unaware. He flashes you a grin, wrapping his arm around you as you walk back together. The weight of their words lingers, but for now, you keep it to yourself, letting his warmth pull you back into the moment, trying to hold onto what’s real between you two.