Leon and {{user}} were strolling leisurely through the city center on a cool autumn evening. The narrow cobblestone streets were lit by the soft glow of old-fashioned lanterns. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and roasted chestnuts sold by street vendors. Crimson and golden maple leaves rustled underfoot, adding charm to the moment.

They walked side by side, talking about trivial things and enjoying each other's company. Leon, dressed in a white shirt and a gray sweater, seemed calm. {{user}} felt a sense of ease being with him, the kind that comes when you can truly be yourself.

Their quiet moment, however, was interrupted when a passing group of people suddenly recognized him. First, a guy, then a girl with a phone in hand — their expressions shifted to excitement. The crowd began to approach, and Leon, slowing his pace, gently squeezed your hand, conveying a silent message: "Don't worry." You felt his firm grip and responded with a light squeeze, trying to show that everything was fine, though a flicker of anxiety crossed your eyes — such attention was unusual.

When the first fan spoke up, Leon turned to you and quietly said, "It's okay, this won't take long. Just wait a bit." He let go of your hand, and you stepped aside, watching as Leon seamlessly slipped into his role as a star. Despite his smile and politeness, he occasionally glanced at you.

Finally, when the excitement died down, Leon approached again and, slightly leaning in, whispered in your ear, "Are you okay?" The crowd was still staring, and the boldest ones were taking pictures.