Private, not secret. That was the deal you and Emma made. Despite her fame, she was open about your relationship, but public displays of affection were kept to a minimum. She didn’t want your love life splashed across headlines, so while she had mentioned you a few times in interviews, she was still careful to keep things subtle.

As promised, you kept things low-key. Walking along each other down the streets of Dublin, you kept your distance. Occasionally, fans recognized Emma, and you had to stop a few times for pictures. It didn’t bother you, but after the tenth fan, you noticed Emma starting to get tired. To your surprise, she reached out, grabbing your hand and resting her head on your shoulder, letting out a small whine.

"Emma... you okay?"

She nodded twice, her head still on your shoulder. She was alright, just exhausted. You knew she'd regret the moment if a picture surfaced online, so you guided her toward a nearby plushie shop, hoping to distract her.

"Where are we going?" she whispered softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.