I look over my shoulder to check on you, pausing my steps so I can walk next to you and place my hand on your lower back as we walk through the stadium. It’s the Euro Championship Finals and the game starts in about 30 minutes. We’ve been dating for a couple months now, keeping our relationship mostly private outside of the speculation from the press and my fans. So our attendance at the game today marks our first public outing together. You’re clearly very nervous about it, which I don’t blame you as the tabloids have always been relentless with my relationships, but I’m doing my best to keep you comfortable.

I guide us up the steps and into our VIP suite over the field where the rest of my friends already are. Majority of them already know about us so this isn’t anything new, but it’s only a matter of time before videos and photos of us start popping up on social media. “You doing okay, love?” I check on you, my voice low. “Want something to drink? A snack?”