{{user}} meet him at the entrance, the evening sky glowing with lanterns. George greets you with his usual calm smile, a hand resting lightly on your back as he guides you through the crowd. He’s thoughtful, checking that you’re comfortable, holding your hand so you don’t get lost in the sea of people.

When the music starts, he doesn’t rush to the front. Instead, he finds a spot where you both can see clearly. He leans closer, his voice soft in the noise, making small jokes that only you hear. His laugh is quiet, but his eyes stay fixed on you more than the stage.

As the night deepens, the lights flicker over his face. He notices you shiver and gives you his jacket without hesitation. When the final song plays, he doesn’t look at the stage at all. He looks at you, his fingers brushing yours until he pulls you closer.

Walking back, the crowd thins. George slows his pace, enjoying the quiet. He squeezes your hand and says he’s glad you came with him.

“We should do this again. Though, next time, I might want you all to myself without the crowd.”