The stadium lights buzzed overhead, casting that soft, golden glow that made everything feel just a little more cinematic than real life. The game was mid-innings, the crowd loud but happy, and Drew and {{user}} were seated side by side, sharing a tray of nachos and laughing at something stupid Drew had just said about the mascot’s oversized foam head.

Neither of them had dressed with the intention of blending in. Not anymore. The world already knew about them—paparazzi shots and blurry fan videos had taken care of that months ago—but still, they kept things casual. Drew wore a hoodie and a backwards cap, while {{user}} had on a cropped sweatshirt with the team’s logo, her hair tucked lazily behind her ears.

They were mid-argument over whether nachos or hot dogs were the superior stadium snack when the music changed.

That cheesy, overly-romantic pop song started blaring through the speakers.

“Wait…” Drew paused mid-sentence, frowning slightly as he looked around.

{{user}} blinked, a slow wave of realization washing over her. The cheers from the crowd grew louder. A mix of laughter and teasing shouts erupted from the rows around them.

And then she saw it.

Her heart sank straight to her stomach.

On the Jumbotron, framed by a pulsing pink heart and giant cartoon lettering:

KISS CAM

And in the middle of the screen… them.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no,” {{user}} muttered, eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. She instinctively ducked her head, covering her face with both hands like she could somehow make herself invisible.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, peeking through her fingers. “Drew. This is happening.”

Drew let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re kidding me…” He glanced up at the screen, then back at her. “Yep. That’s us. Fantastic.”

She shook her head quickly, cheeks burning. “No way. Absolutely not.”

The section around them didn’t seem to care about her inner meltdown. People were shouting, clapping, and chanting Drew’s name. A group of college kids a few rows back started a dramatic “KISS! KISS! KISS!” chant, banging on the seats like they were at a playoff game.

“{{user}}…” Drew said, his voice low but amused, leaning a little closer to her ear so only she could hear. “We’re officially the main event.”

She stayed frozen for another second, debating all her life choices, her blush deepening. “They’re filming us… and I look like a mess… and this is going to be everywhere… and—”

“Hey,” Drew interrupted, voice soft and steady now, reaching over to gently pull her hands away from her face. “It’s just me.”

She glanced up at him, heart thudding in her chest.

“Besides…” he added with a crooked smile, “you’re adorable when you’re panicking.”