“You okay love?” I ask softly as I squeeze your hand in mine for reassurance. I know how anxious you can get in moments like this.

You and I met at the Brit’s after party last year. You gave me your number and one thing led to another. The first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew it’d be irresistible to not see you again. We’ve been seeing each other for about 6 months now, but we went public just a month ago. And to be honest, it’s been though. Not just because the media always gets so interested in my relationships with others, but also because we have an 8 year age gap. You’re 22 and I’m 30, and it’s nothing I’ve done earlier. I’ve usually only gone for older women, but there’s something about you that makes me so attached to you.

I caught the glimpse of a paparazzi nearby, as we walk the streets of London. “You hungry?” I ask, trying to not make you notice the paparazzi, as I know how though it has been for you with all the attention.