-NEW YORK, BROADWAY STUDIO 1993-

Chris was beside you while you were talking with Jake. He moves an inch closer, having an urge to hold your hand, ignoring it. As you and Jake continued talking, Chris smiles before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Sorry, Jake. Gotta end this early. Me and {{user}} are late for a.. a date!" You raise your eyebrow in confusion. "A date?" Before you could question more, Chris dragged you out with a fake smile..