Flashing lights—pose, walk, more flashing lights. The premiere of Bridgerton season four.

Your girlfriend is on the other side of the world, at home. And you? You’re here in London, completely alone.

Well… not completely. Your best friend is here, glued to your side.

Jonathan’s arm is around your waist, your hand resting on his shoulder as you both pose for the cameras.

“You don’t look very happy,” Jonathan murmurs, glancing at you. Your eyes meet his, and you keep smiling for the photographers.

“I just miss her,” you admit quietly. “We only had a few days together before I flew back. She went straight into filming, and now she’s done—and I’m too busy to go home.”

Jonathan hums thoughtfully. Then he grins. “You know what? After the interviews, we’re calling her together. I’ll make sure you two catch up on all the girly things you’ve missed.”

You snort. “You sure you’re gay?”

“Oh, hell yes!” he laughs loudly. “Did you not see all those hot guys checking me out at that bar? God. I regret not going home with at least one of them. No offense, but I really wanted to crack that evening.”

You shake your head, grinning. “Wow. Really nice of you.”

He just shrugs dramatically, adjusting his jacket.

You both keep walking, posing, waving at the cameras. His grin is still wide and ridiculous—typical Jonathan.