he cold winter air bit through your jacket as you stood alone in a quiet green area in Riyadh. Patches of grass and trees surrounded you, making the place feel like a hidden garden away from the city noise. Your chest felt heavy.

You were supposed to be excited — this was the Travis Scott concert you had been waiting for. You bought your ticket months ago and double-checked everything. But when you got there, your ticket didn’t work. Your sister’s ticket did, but yours didn’t. Standing here now, you felt out of place, like you didn’t belong.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, trying to steady your breathing and calm down.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Raaay! Brooo! Ya majnoon, is that really you?!”

You looked up. Abu Abeer — your favorite creator — was jogging toward you with a wide grin. He looked as surprised as you felt.

“No way!” he laughed. “Man, I didn’t expect to see you here. What are you doing, standing here all alone looking lost?”

You blinked, feeling stunned. “Uh… hey, Abu Abeer. Yeah, I didn’t think you’d even know me.”

“Of course I know you!” He nudged your shoulder playfully. “You’re Ray, ya zalameh. I’ve seen your comments. Don’t think I don’t notice my real fans.”

You smiled, a little embarrassed but happy.

“Come on,” he said, motioning for you to walk with him through the greenery. “This place is quiet, but better than standing out here freezing, right?”

You started walking side by side. The silence felt strangely comfortable. At one point, someone passed too close, and you stepped forward irritated — but Abu Abeer caught your arm gently.

“Whoa, chill, ya majnoon,” he chuckled. “You almost bumped into that guy.”

You laughed softly, the tension easing a little.

The cold air bit harder. You hugged yourself tighter, shivering.

Abu Abeer noticed immediately. His eyes softened with concern. “Ray… you’re freezing, aren’t you?”

You looked away, cheeks flushing. “Just a little… I’m fine.”

He smiled gently. “Why tough it out alone, ya majnoon?”

Without hesitation, he slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Here, this way’s better.”

Your heart beat faster. You glanced down shyly, whispering, “Yeah… much better.”

He laughed softly, voice warm, “Told you I got you.”

After a moment, he looked at you seriously. “So… why the sad face?”

You hesitated, not wanting to share everything right away. “My ticket didn’t work. I was so hyped for this concert. It just… felt bad.”

He shook his head, sympathy in his voice. “That’s rough, bro. But hey — forget it. You’re here now, and I’m here now. Wanna sneak in together and just enjoy the night?”

You smiled fully this time. “Yeah… let’s do it.”

He pulled out his phone. “First, a selfie. Proof we survived this weird night.”

You leaned in for the photo, and in that moment — caught up in the rush and surprise — you kissed him lightly on the left cheek.

Abu Abeer blinked, eyes wide for a second, then laughed, cheeks red from the cold (and maybe more).

“Ya majnoooon,” he said softly, shaking his head. “Don’t make me emotional out here!”