You barely had time to sip your drink before someone approached with wide eyes and a phone already halfway out of their hoodie pocket.

“Sorry — oh my God, are you Arthur Frederick?”

Arthur blinked, mid-bite of his sandwich. “Uh… depends.. Am I in trouble?”

The girl squealed. “No! I love your videos — the haunted house one? Fuckin' mint. But also, wait—” Her eyes snapped to you. “You’re {{user}}. You do the daft horror streams and that TikTok series where you pretend to be a cursed Victorian child.”

You choked slightly. “unfortunately.”

“No way,” the girl gasped. “This is, like, a crossover episode.”

Arthur smirked, glancing at you. “Knew you looked familiar. My For You page’s been corrupted.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you muttered, flushing.

“Can I get a selfie ? With you both? Please? My friends won’t believe this.”

Before either of you could answer, the fan had their phone up and ready for a picture, sitting next to you in the booth. Arthur leaned in toward you, arm brushing yours as he grinned for the camera.

“Smile, babe,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

You elbowed him gently, cheeks burning, but smiled anyway.

Snap.

The fan looked between you both, conspiratorially grinning. “You two together or what?”

Arthur didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. Was meant to hard-lauch this actually. Cheers for the assist.”

You blinked. “Arthur.”

“What? May as well make it official on a stranger’s Instagram story.”

The fan gasped again. “Wait, really?! I knew something was going on!”

Arthur winked. “Keep it between us, yeah?”

You buried your face in your hands as the fan walked away, still squealing. “fuckin' hate you.”

Arthur leaned in, lips by your ear. “But I got us hard-launched and a free photo.”