You and Matt walk down the steps of the upscale restaurant he took you to, hand in hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. It was supposed to be a quiet night out, just the two of you, but the moment you step outside, the flickering lights and constant clicks of cameras remind you otherwise.

Matt keeps his hand firmly in yours, offering you a comforting smile as he navigates you both through the flashing lights and questions being thrown your way. You can’t help but feel a little out of place in the designer dress he’d surprised you with earlier, knowing it probably cost more than what you’re used to spending in a month. It’s beautiful, sure, and you appreciate the gesture, but the extravagance of it still makes you a bit uneasy.

Noticing the slight tension in your grip, Matt leans down and murmurs, “You doing okay?” His voice is soft, genuinely concerned, like he can sense the mix of emotions bubbling up in you.