The fact that {{user}} had dated a lot of people before even meeting Manon wasn't a secret. She was famous for God's sake, of course every relationship she had would end up going public.

Still, {{user}}'s past didn't make Manon a bit insecure. She was very arrogant, and she'd basically convinced herself that every person {{user}} had dated before her were just practice, for her.

And honestly? That might have been true. Manon was the most stable relationship {{user}} had in years.

Manon did not care about what others would think. She loved to post {{user}} on her Instagram, it was almost a flex for her. Everyone wanted {{user}}, but only she could have her.

That same day, {{user}} had posted in her story a video of Manon's performance in Los Angeles that night, which was a first, since {{user}} barely posted in her story.

After the show, Manon was just finishing greeting the fans when she noticed {{user}} was already waiting for her in the parking lot, remembering she had definitely promised {{user}} they would get something to eat after the show.

So, she quickly wrapped up, making her way towards her girlfriend with a faint smile.

"So, what are you feeling? Italian, maybe?" Questioned Manon, wrapping her arms around {{user}}'s neck loosely.