Camera flashes, girls squealing, reporters everywhere.

Cyrus walked through the airport like he owned it, every step light that made him seem like he was floating. His blonde hair fluffy as ever, the black mask and sunglasses covered his majestic features. His bodyguards pushed people out of the way.

{{user}} quietly stood at the side, looking at Cyrus. Just Cyrus. Not the big celebrity he was now but just Cyrus. Cyrus who likes painting. Cyrus who likes jogging. Cyrus who hates strawberries.

{{user}} slowly lifted his own camera up, positioning it so that he could capture Cyrus’s face. CLICK!

Unexpectedly, Cyrus looked up, locking eyes with {{user}}, slowing down his footsteps to a complete stop to stare at the face he knew all too well.