The convention hall was alive with noise — fans in cosplay pressed against the barricades, flashing camera bulbs bouncing off the walls, giant banners for the show draped behind the stage. The long panel table gleamed under hot lights, water bottles lined neatly in front of the name cards.

You’d already sat through a string of questions, your smile slipping each time the moderator circled back to the same topics, when Danny Ramirez dropped into the seat beside you. He waved at the crowd, grin sharp and easy, sending the fans into a burst of cheers that rolled like thunder through the hall.

The moderator leaned forward, playful. “You’ve had quite the year — filming, recording, touring. Some fans are starting to wonder if you ever actually sleep.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd, a few shouted jokes echoing from the back rows. Danny turned his head toward you, lips twitching like he was holding back a comment, his gaze warm with amusement.