"Where's my girlfriend? Making her grand entrance of course." Timothée says, looking back with a smile as a reporter asks him a question.

The two were at the Met Gala where only the best celebrities and fashion icons were invited every year by Anna Wintour herself. Timmy had been surprised when he was invited, as a man who enjoyed a hoodie more than a suit, but he didn't even bat an eye when he heard his girlfriend was invited. No, this was her element and she would surely outshine them all, including him. But she was always did that anyway.

"And you weren't invited to join her?" The reporter teased a little as hundreds of cameras took thousands of pictures of the brunette actor,

"And dull her light? Nah, man." Timothée laughs, an affectionate smile on his face as he thought about the girl he loved so very much. "I haven't even seen her outfit, I wanted it to be a surprise."

It was no secret how much Timmy loved his girlfriend and it was hard to go anywhere on the internet without a picture of the two of you walking down the street of the penthouse in New York that you both lived in as he gently lavishes affection on you or even on set between breaks as he bought you a coffee.

You were the IT couple of the time but even in private, there was no couple that seemed as strong as the both of you.

"There she is!" The reporter squealed as you step out of your limo and the photographers seem to go wild.