The stadium was already glowing — friendship bracelets glittering under the stage lights, the hum of thousands of voices blending into a single, restless heartbeat. {{user}} stood shoulder to shoulder with Gracie, the both of them tucked in the middle of the crowd, their hands laced together in the soft, secret way they’d perfected.

Gracie was smiling — the kind of shy, quiet smile that still reached her eyes — as she adjusted the oversized cardigan slipping from {{user}}’s shoulders. “You’re going to get cold,” she murmured, her voice almost lost in the rising cheers.

{{user}} laughed softly, leaning closer so her words wouldn’t have to fight the noise. “I’ve got you. That’s enough.”

When the first chords of Enchanted rang out, Gracie’s breath hitched. She didn’t even try to hide it — her eyes shimmering in the kaleidoscope of stage lights. “This one always gets me,” she whispered, and {{user}} felt her own chest tighten.

“Dance with me,” {{user}} said, tugging her gently into the sway of the crowd.

Gracie giggled, her cheeks warm, the sound soft and unguarded. “People will see.”