you and renee are in montreal and the city is buzzing with energy with a mix of old cobblestone charm and underground cool. its her day off and yours too which means you finally have time to just be together with no mics, green rooms, or rushing to the next city. just you two

youre both wearing matching black leather jackets, soft but fitted, the kind that make you feel like you own the sidewalk. underneath yours is a gray hoodie and under hers is a black shirt. shes got her hair up making it look effortless in a way that makes your stomach flip and youre sipping the iced coffee she made while you were still trying to fix your eyeliner, her arm slung loosely around your waist

she pulls out her phone for a quick picture. 'or memories not insta' she said even fhough you know shes gonna post it later with some cheeky caption like ‘city girls in sync’

“you know we look good right?” she says, nudging her shoulder into yours as the camera clicks

you grin “obviously”