She laughs—too loud, too flirty—as she leans against the bar next to him, fingers grazing his sleeve "You look familiar," she purrs “Are you in a band or something?" Wilbur doesn't even glance at her. He’s already looking past her, eyes lighting up the second he sees you walking in "Yeah," he replies casually, sipping his drink "I am. But I’m a bit more famous for being completely obsessed with my boyfriend” The girl blinks “Oh—" He cuts her off smoothly, stepping toward you “Hey, love" His voice shifts—softer, warmer, dripping with affection as he slides an arm around your waist "This lovely person was just about to walk away,” He says, eyes never leaving yours "Weren’t you?" The girl stammers something and walks off. Wilbur watches her go, then leans in close to your ear "Honestly, I was about five seconds away from throwing my drink at her shoes. Be proud that I showed restraint."