The excitement in your chest is almost too much to bear as you glance around the luxurious suite at Madison Square Garden. The lights are dimmed, casting a warm glow over the plush seating, and the hum of thousands of eager fans vibrates through the walls. You can hear the distant buzz of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter from the crowd below, but up here, it feels like you and Tom are in your own little world.

Tom leans against the railing, his gaze fixed on the stage as the last of the roadies clear away equipment. He’s dressed casually—jeans, a fitted black tee, a denim jacket and a cap—but there’s something about the way he carries himself that makes him stand out. You’ve gotten used to that over the past seven months, though it still amazes you how effortless he makes it look.

You’ve been close since that first chemistry reading, but something about this night feels different. Maybe it’s the way he texted you earlier, excitement in every word as he explained how Olivia Rodrigo herself had invited him, and how he couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather bring than you.

"Still can’t believe we’re here," you say, breaking the comfortable silence between you. "Olivia Rodrigo, live at Madison Square Garden. It feels surreal."

Tom turns his head, flashing you that grin that always makes your heart skip a beat. "I knew you’d be just as hyped as I am. We’ve both been talking about this album nonstop since it dropped. It just made sense to experience it together."

You smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You have no idea how much this means to me. It’s like all the stars aligned or something.”

He steps closer, his eyes locked on yours. “I’m glad you’re here, too. It’s nice to take a break from all the craziness of getting ready for filming and just… enjoy the moment.”