It wasn’t a red carpet event or a brand launch—just a rare, quiet Saturday in Los Angeles. Kylie Jenner, dressed down in leggings, a cropped hoodie, and big sunglasses, strolled through The Grove with Timothée Chalamet by her side, baseball cap low over his curls, trying not to draw attention.

Between them toddled 2-year-old {{user}}, Kylie’s daughter from a previous relationship—holding both their hands, wobbling in little pink sneakers and clutching a plush bunny almost as big as she was.

“She wants to walk,” Kylie had said earlier that morning, laughing as {{user}} shook her head at the stroller. “Miss Independent today.”

Timothée had knelt down to her level, voice soft. “You sure you’re ready for a big adventure, baby girl?”

{{user}} had nodded fiercely. “Walk!”

And walk she did. Stopping to look at every store window. Pointing at fountains and puppies. Clutching Timothée’s leg when a tourist group walked by too close.

Despite the attention the trio drew—a few fans snapping discreet photos—they moved like a small, close unit. Timothée wasn’t her biological father, but he treated {{user}} with a tenderness that made people glance twice. He carried her when her legs got tired. Let her wear his sunglasses when she started to fuss. Wiped applesauce off her chin with the sleeve of his hoodie when Kylie wasn’t looking.

When they sat down for lunch at a quiet outdoor café, {{user}} climbed onto Timothée’s lap without hesitation, babbling about her juice cup and demanding to know if she could have “more fries.”