1:09 PM, Somewhere in the UK

The park should’ve been a nice break—just lunch, fresh air, no set call times. But, of course, peace wasn’t an option

I sat on the bench next to you, holding a vegan hot dog while you picked at your chips, a donut resting on your lap. The food was good, the company better. The only problem? The paparazzi

They weren’t even trying to be subtle. Cameras dangled from their necks, their not-so-casual glances lingering too long

I sighed

“These paps are bullshit…”

I muttered, keeping my voice low but sharp.