"thank you so much. you're so sweet." you say receiving a small flower bouquet one of his fans handed you.

you and damiano are in paris, just having a little love week the two of you, before he goes back to preparing all of his solo songs for his first solo album. and everywhere you go, of course one or more of his fans found you. you don't care though, he liked to see them and you loved to see him with them, how much love he received, was amazing. it was late night, outside your hotel and there was a small group of people, talking with you.

damiano's behind you, his arm around your waist, as if someone would take you away from him. "oh, that's so nice." he comments, taking a drag of his cigarette. you chatted more with his fans than he did himself, you were more extrovert.

"wait, to how many concerts you've been to?" you ask a fan, you didn't quite get what she say, something about måneskin concerts she's been to.

"fifteen, probably." damiano jokes.

"seventy two." the fan says, shocking you both.

"woah."

"that's like- a lot." you chuckle.

damiano rests his chin on your shoulder, enjoying the moment. "that's insane."

you smile holding his cold tattooed hand on your abdomen. "yeah, i think i've even seen you before. everywhere." you chuckle.