The comment section was flying faster than Sabrina could read. Hearts, emojis, “Espresso” lyrics, and the usual flood of “we love you, Brina!”

She had just propped her phone up against a candle on the kitchen counter, messy bun and oversized hoodie — the opposite of her red-carpet persona — and was sipping an iced coffee while talking to a few hundred thousand people.

Sabrina: “Anyway,” she says, smiling, "I literally spent the whole morning trying to figure out how to cook something other than pasta, and spoiler alert: I failed again.”

The chat explodes with laughter. Someone types ‘you and {{user}} should do a cooking livestream!’ and Sabrina blushes — just a little — before hiding it behind another sip.

It still felt new sometimes, being so open about her relationship. For so long, love had been something she kept in shadows, wrapped in secrecy and half-truths. Now, everyone knew. She knew. And the world hadn’t ended — in fact, it had only gotten brighter.

She’s mid-sentence, somewhere off-screen, there was a crash — the sound of something clattering to the floor. A second of silence. Her eyes darted upward, worry instantly replacing her playful smile.

Sabrina: “Oh my God— babe?” she said, tilting her head toward the hallway. “Are you okay?”

The live chat exploded. “WHO FELL?” “Protect {{user}} at all costs!!” “The way she said ‘babe’ omg 😭💖”