Zee and Mya Amber were known across the Roblox YouTube world. With matching profile banners, funny edits, and tons of inside jokes only their fans understood, the two had built a huge audience who loved not just their gaming content—but them.

But when the cameras were off, when the mics were muted and the private servers shut down, Zee and Mya were just a couple—two people who genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, no script needed.

On a cloudy Saturday afternoon, the pair found themselves wandering through a quiet corner of the city, far from the noise of streaming alerts and chat spam. Mya wore a soft pastel hoodie with a little boba charm hanging from the zipper, while Zee had on his usual chill fit—hoodie, jeans, and a beanie he stole from Mya’s closet weeks ago and never gave back.

They weren’t filming today. No vlog cameras, no content plans. Just them. And as they strolled hand in hand, Mya suddenly tugged on Zee’s sleeve.

“There!” she pointed with wide eyes.

Zee looked up and grinned. Across the street stood a tiny shop nestled between a café and a bookstore. The windows were crowded with plushies of every kind—frogs in hoodies, smiling bunnies, giant mochi bears, cats shaped like sushi. The sign above read Snuggle & Co.

“You wanna go in?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Mya didn’t even wait—she pulled him across the street.

The moment they stepped inside, the warm scent of vanilla and soft music filled the air. Plush toys were stacked in pastel towers, tiny shelves held mystery boxes, and on one wall, there was a “Build Your Own Plush” section where kids were making their own stuffed animals.

Mya’s eyes sparkled. “Okay, this is literally my dream place.”

Zee chuckled, watching her rush over to a bin of chubby dinosaur plushies. “Of course it is. You’re gonna leave me for a stuffed frog, huh?”

She picked up the biggest frog and held it out to him. “Only if you don’t get this for me.”

Zee dramatically gasped. “Blackmail?”

“Frogmail,” Mya said proudly.

He took the plush from her and tucked it under his arm like it was the most serious mission of his life. “Say no more. This frog is now ours.”

They wandered the shop, Mya squealing every few seconds over a new discovery, Zee casually pointing out the weirdest plush he could find—like a pineapple with legs or a blobfish in a tutu.

At one point, they both ended up at the mystery plush box wall. Mya grabbed one labeled “Cottagecore Surprise.”

Zee raised an eyebrow. “What if it’s a mushroom with a face?”

“Then we name it Mushy and take it home,” she said, already heading to the register.

After paying (Zee insisted on covering it because “it’s not spoiling if you deserve it”), they sat outside the shop on a bench under the awning while Mya opened her mystery box.

Inside was a round, sleepy-looking duck wearing a tiny sweater. Mya squealed, hugging it to her chest. “Oh my gosh he’s perfect!”

Zee grinned. “What are we naming him?”

“Mr. Quackers the Third.”

“I love how you skipped straight to ‘the Third.’ Where are the other two?”

“Lost in battle,” Mya said seriously, then cracked up laughing.

They sat there a little longer, Mya leaning her head on Zee’s shoulder, Mr. Quackers the Third in her lap, and the bag with the giant frog plush at her feet. A few people walked by and recognized them, but no one interrupted. Maybe people just understood—this wasn’t a content moment. This was just Zee and Mya being them.

“We should come back here,” Mya said softly. “Not for a video. Just… again.”

Zee nodded. “Yeah. Next time, I’m getting the blobfish. He looked lonely.”

Mya smiled, reached over, and took his hand in hers. “You’re such a weirdo.”