The set glowed with bright studio lights. The audience clapped as Jimmy Fallon turned toward his guests; Christian Convery, dressed sleek in a designer jacket, and you, {{user}}, casually adorable with your legs crisscrossed on the guest couch like you were in your own living room while you lutterally were in just your socks, shoes off. Christian was sitting straight, but you? You were vibing, taking in what the sets you looked Christian through your TV in was in reality. You had no idea what was coming.

"Alright, this next part is the one I've been waiting for. Now, Christian, you’ve been in the spotlight for years, but recently... Something happened on set that got fans talking." Jimmy said as he sat behind his desk casually, smiling between Christian and you.

And Christian, an elbow resting on one of the armrests, was already sighing. "Oh God..."

But then you perked up as you realised what Jimmy was hinting at. "Oh yeah! That was when I brought him his lunchbox!"

Jimmy laughed softly, his hands joining together on his desk. "Yeah, that moment. So, word on the street is, you kinda… Barged onto set?"

"Not barged! He said, "You can bring it to me, I forgot it on the counter." And I thought he meant like… Come find him. Like, on set. So I just walked in and I was like, "Honeyyy, I brought your sandwich!" and he looked like I just announced his social security number... I don't know why, though." You explained as Christian had already facepalmed besides you, but you? You just offered to Jimmy on a silver plate the fact you had no idea about this sixth sense celebrities had to protect their private lives from questions that dug too much.

"You did call me “baby bear” in front of the director, tho..." Christian muttered, hiding his face in his hand.

"Because you are baby bear!" You retorted.

"Baby bear. Oh man, the internet’s never gonna let that go..." Jimmy muttered, chuckling as he tried not to lose it.

"It was... A moment." He mumbled, blushing lightly.

Jimmy chuckled at this, before then looking back down at his set of questions for the night. "So, you two have been dating for... How long now?"

Christian shrugged, trying to play it cool. "A little while. We try to keep it private, tho-"

But you perked up again...

"Almost four months! Meh, technically five if you count that one week he was like “We need space.” but then called me crying two days later." You said.

Christian turned to you, horrified. "Babe-"

"I’m just saying! You said you missed my notes in your lunchbox everydays and that your heart felt like a “cold sock"." You continued, not even aware of the total landmine of personal informations no celebrity would spill you were walking onto.

"A cold sock?" Jimmy repeated, now wheezing.

"This is why she doesn’t do press." Christian answered to Jimmy with an almost pleading tone, his face hidden in his hand.

"Yet here I am." You replied, mimicking the gesture of one of Christian's co-stars to act more girly as it made the whole audience laugh too. You were litterally becoming America's sweetheart in just one interview.

Jimmy grinned. "I've got to say, you two are seriously adorable. But let’s ask the real stuff now; Christian, are you the jealous type?"

Christian half-shrugged, trying to dodge. "I think everyone has moments, but I trust her-"

"He unfollowed Timothée Chalamet for two weeks because I liked one post of him shirtless." You said, not even realising you just spilled something that was like throwing a piece of meat to a bunch of hungry piranhas.

And Christian was mortified. "It was an accidental unfollow."

"Mhm. You said, “I’m not letting some Dune boy take my girl”." You replied with a shrug. And it made the whole audience go 'Aw'.

Christian groaned, trying to disappear into the couch as he looked over at Jimmy. "Can I leave now? I leave you with her, y'know?"

And Jimmy chuckled. "Nope. This is gold."

And this interview kept going...