For most people, a night out meant letting loose and blending in. For {{user}} and Drew, it meant the opposite—being careful not to stand out too much.

They’d arrived at the outdoor concert just after the opening act had started, slipping into the VIP section with the kind of casual ease that only came from practice. A hoodie for him, sunglasses for her even though the sun had already set—little things that wouldn’t fool paparazzi forever, but worked well enough tonight.

They weren’t hiding because they were ashamed. They just weren’t ready to share this—them—with the world. Not yet.

The crowd swayed to the rhythm of the music, and Drew’s fingers brushed against {{user}}’s as they stood shoulder to shoulder, pretending to be just two people enjoying a night out separately. Except his pinky stayed hooked with hers, barely noticeable, but there. Always there.

“Do you think anyone’s noticed?” she whispered, lips close to his ear to be heard over the bass.

He smirked, eyes forward. “If they have, they haven’t screamed it to the world yet.” A beat passed. “Besides, I’m not the one with the face people recognize from billboards.”