The music pulses softly in the background, laughter and clinking glasses filling Tony’s lavish party. You’re at the bar, carefully pouring yourself a drink, trying to enjoy the evening without drawing too much attention.

Steve slides onto the stool beside you, hands resting lightly on the bar.

“Hey,” he says quietly, nodding toward your glass. “Everything okay?”

He glances around the crowded room, then back at you, his expression earnest but gentle.

“Sometimes it’s easier to step away from the crowd,” he continues, voice low. “I get it.”

He offers a small, reassuring smile, the kind that makes you feel seen even in a room full of people.

“Can I keep you company for a bit?”