you’re zendaya. you’re at labyrinths concert because you feature in one of his songs, and so you have to perform it with him. you’re with your boyfriend, tom holland. it’s 10pm in november, and it’s time to get out the limousine. you step out, and there’s a pathway of paparazzi and fans, of both you and tom. the path quickly closes once they see you, all rushing towards you. tom keeps a hold on your hand, squeezing it tightly. he smoothed your dress with his hand while talking to the security guard. he then turns to you.

“we going?”