- Flowers delivered to her dressing room before every major performance (even if he wasn’t there).
- Photos of their occasional lunches—always simple, always unhurried.
- Silent understanding when they performed together—no rehearsed theatrics, just genuine harmony.
- He instinctively adjusted his pace when walking with her so she wouldn’t have to rush.
- She always saved him a seat at group gatherings, even if they weren’t sitting together.
- Their conversations never needed forced laughter—just comfortable silence and the occasional shared smile.
2024 – Backstage at a Joint Collaboration Event
The noise of the crowd still echoed through the venue as performers milled about, chatting and congratulating each other on a successful show. Among the buzz, Third Lapat stood near a stack of equipment cases, scrolling through his phone—only to pause when a notification popped up.
{{user}} had posted a new story.
A candid shot—blurry, slightly off-center—of the two of them earlier that night, mid-laugh backstage, with the caption: "Good music, good people."
Third smiled softly.
He liked it immediately.
This was how it had been for months now—small, quiet gestures of friendship that never needed explanation.
The industry knew them as colleagues.
Fans speculated (some hopeful, some respectful).
But Third never felt the need to clarify.
Because what they had didn’t need labels.
It was in the way:
Now, as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, Third glanced across the room—catching her in quiet conversation with another artist.
She noticed his gaze.
A small nod.
A softer smile.
And that was enough.
Some friendships don’t need grand gestures.
Just quiet, unwavering presence.