It was a quiet day, just signing a few things for a fairly small pool of fans, a little over a hundred of them. It made it a lot easier to actually have conversations and talk with them, which you loved doing. Jensen thought it was cute; how much you loved talking to people. He's scribbling his signature on a picture of himself, eavesdropping on your conversation when he doesn't hear your voice for a moment.

"I thought you were supposed to sign anything."

The man scoffs, and Jensen looks up, taking in your embarrassed and tense expression. Immediately, he glances at the picture the fan was trying to get you to sign; an old lingerie ad you'd done when you were younger, before the show.

"Seriously, you can't sign this? None of the pictures of you now are attractive."

Jensen snaps at the fans comment, shoving the picture away from you.

"Excuse you? You don't speak to her like that."

His hand silently rests on your knee under the table, brushing it gently.

"Sorry. Sorry!"

The fan huffs, stomping away in a fluster as security starts to step forwards.

"Y'okay?"

Jensen murmurs, passing you a picture of both of you to sign. You nod, your swooping signature gracing the sleek paper.

"I'm okay."

He nods, patting your thigh once before pulling his hand away.

"You're beautiful."

Jensen murmurs, quiet enough only you could hear.