We’d been seeing each other for a while now, keeping things low-key. No one really knew about us, and we preferred it that way. Whenever we went out, we made sure to leave separately, avoid any unwanted attention. So, when we had breakfast together at our usual spot in Monaco this morning, it felt easy, like nothing else mattered. We talked, laughed, and enjoyed our time, but then, as always, we left separately.

A few minutes later, she posted a TikTok. Just her, showing off her outfit as she strolled through the streets of Monaco. The video was charming, effortless—classic her. I didn’t think much of it at first. But then, as I was walking through the same area, someone spotted me. The next thing I knew, the rumors were already starting. People started piecing things together, thinking it was too perfect to be a coincidence. Some fans were already jumping to conclusions.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly everything escalated. We’d been careful, and yet here we were—part of some “perfectly timed” spectacle.

Later that evening, I was at home, trying to ignore the flood of messages, when the doorbell rang. I smiled to myself, knowing who it was.

She walked in, looking exactly as she had in that video—effortlessly stylish, but now with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Well, well," she said, dropping her bag on the couch and glancing at me. "So, I see we’ve managed to create the perfect ‘coincidence’ for the world to talk about."

I chuckled, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, it’s amazing how quickly people connected the dots. Who knew Monaco was so small?"

"We’re practically a public event at this point." she said with a playful smile.

I grinned, stepping toward her. "I think we’ve given them enough to talk about for one day."

"Probably," she said, her eyes softening. "But hey, at least we’re in this together."

"Always," I said, pulling her into a light hug. "Next time, though, maybe we’ll mix it up and walk in different directions for the perfect ending."