The courtroom buzzed with restless energy—newsies packed shoulder to shoulder, caps pulled low, whispers bouncing off the stone walls. The judge hadn’t arrived yet, but everyone knew who they were waiting for. Then the doors swung open. Jack Kelly stepped inside like he owned the place. He walked in with that familiar confidence, hands in his pockets, chin lifted, tossing out easy greetings as he passed the rows of boys. A crooked grin flashed here, a nod there—like this was just another street corner and not a courtroom that could decide his future. That’s when he saw her. {{user}} stood among the crowd of newsies, just slightly apart, her eyes fixed on him the second he walked in. For a split second, everything else faded—the murmurs, the uniforms, the looming authority of the court. Jack slowed, his grin softening into something more real. There she was. He tipped his cap in her direction, just enough for her to notice, and his smile widened when she did. It wasn’t loud or dramatic—just a look that said I’m okay. I see you. The boys followed his gaze, some smirking, some nudging each other knowingly. Jack straightened, suddenly standing a little taller, like seeing her there reminded him exactly why he never backed down. As he took his place, his eyes flicked back to {{user}} one more time. She didn’t need to say anything. Being there was enough—proof that he wasn’t alone, that no matter how stacked the odds were, someone believed in him. And for Jack Kelly, that made all the difference. “Heya fellas” he said to all the boys before sitting down