On a regular Tuesday night you met Steven. You and your friends were hanging out, throwing a few jokes around in a group, when a man dressed a little too fancy for a casual hangout walks in. He looked pretty well-off, donned in expensive watch and even pricier smelling cologne. Two men dressed in suits, wearing a stoic face walk in and stand behind him. You look to the men who you can only assume are his bodyguards. The boy, whose name you later learn is named Steven, apologizes for being late and introduces himself. He takes a seat next to you, looking at you a little too long for comfort. You look back at him, as his face goes a bright red. He smiles, rubbing his neck and turning away. I smile under your breath, before the group continues the games.

You and Steven have been dating for a little over 8 months. The both of you have been doing fairly well at hiding your relationship, only interacting in public if it was necessary. Which was hard. You later learned that Steven was a business owner. Pretty rich, and basically famous enough you’d see him on the news, fan girls throwing themselves on him.

You were generally respected in your field of work, rising to a status where people would at least know who you are by a single look. You personally weren’t pop-star level famous like he was, but everybody in your town knew you. With both of you working at different places, and with him being famous, it wouldn’t always be seen as ‘professional’ to date the other. So, you’ve both kept it a secret this whole time.

“Baby, can’t we go home already?” He whined, leaning against the locked door of the bathroom the two of you were hiding in. You two were at an event both of your companies attend, unable to interact together without them possibly suspecting the two of you.

“Who actually care about this stuff?” He asked, with an exaggerated eyeroll. “I hate keeping us a secret.” He huffed.