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“You screamed.”
“I didn’t scream.”
“You absolutely did.”
He pinched my thigh, and I almost snorted my drink.
When we left the cinema, the sky was already dark.
The streetlamps were on, casting yellow light down the pavements, and my phone screen lit up as I scrolled for food.
“Found another viral restaurant,” I said.
“This one looks better. At least their photos don’t feature edible foam.” I looked at Sebastian.
“Will you trust me one more time?”
“Lead the way,” he said simply.
It was close to Midtown Crossing.
We headed that way.
As we crossed the street, three girls came barreling toward us, still filming themselves on a selfie stick.
One of them smacked straight into me.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she blurted, yanking the stick down.
“It’s fine. Just… watch it next time.”
She froze. Her eyes widened.
“Wait. I know you. Aren’t you MVanceJewels? The designer? Elean Joie?
The other two turned immediately.
“No way!”
“We follow all your posts. I love your sketches. I save every one.”
“We bought your bracelets! Look!”
They shoved their wrists at me, stacked with identical bracelets.
I recognized my design.
“Yeah, that’s me. Glad you like the pieces. Thanks for the support.”The girl in the middle clapped once and actually bounced in place.
“We don’t just like your stuff. We love your face. Briana’s obsessed with you.”
They pushed the smallest girl forward.
She looked like she wanted to crawl into the pavement.
Briana laughed nervously.
“I just think you’re really pretty. Prettier than half the actresses on TV. When Octavia Grey posted that selfie with you, I followed you right away. You look better in real life. You could totally be a beauty influencer. Or a model. Or an actress. You should get famous for real.”
She kept going, rambling, flushed, beaming.
I stood there, slightly stunned.
For a second, I didn’t know where to put my hands.
Most of my followers on I*******m and X had only clicked “follow” after Octavia tagged me in that viral photo.
My posts barely scraped thirty likes unless I showed a sketch or mentioned gemstones.
That one bracelet drop had gone semi-viral, but I wasn’t exactly a household name.
I never expected to run into real fans.
I gave Briana a quick grin.
“That’s very sweet of you. Thank you.”
“Can we get a photo with you?” she asked hopefully “Sure.”
I took a selfie with each of them and a group shot too.
They were loud and shameless about it, laughing, nudging, posing like we were all drunk cousins at a reunion.
We were standing on a busy street near Midtown Crossing.
Heads turned.
A few passersby slowed down.
Someone asked, “Who’s she?”
More people wandered over.
Theard a guy behind me say, “Is that the designer from that bracelet post?”
And just like that, I was surrounded.
The crowd thickened fast.
Half of them didn’t even know who I was-just saw phones flashing and assumed I was somebody worth filming.
One woman actually elbowed a man out of the way so she could snap a photo over my shoulder.
Someone brushed against my coat.
Another girl asked me to sign her canvas tote bag with a borrowed Sharpie.
I hadn’t even noticed Sebastian had disappeared.
When I finally glanced around, he was standing alone by a metal bench in the middle of the pedestrian zone, arms folded, watching the crowd like he was ready to punch someone.
I caught his eye.
He straightened instantly, dropped the scowl, and put on his most neutral expression.
It was the fakest look I’d ever seen on him.
I raised one eyebrow.
He gave me a shallow nod, like he wasn’t currently burning holes in every person who got within three feet of me.
I went back to the girls, who had now started trying to guess which gemstone matched my “vibe.”
Five more minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then some guy asked if I was single.
His mate laughed like it was the cleverest thing anyone had ever said.
Another phone was pushed at me.
I heard it before I saw him.
Heavy footsteps, coming fast. Then fingers closed around my wrist and yanked.
“Oi, what the hell?” one of the girls snapped.
“You can’t just grab her!”
“Who even are you?”
Sebastian turned to face the loudest ones in the crowd He lifted his left hand and showed them the ring.
Then he did the same with my hand.
Behind us, someone shouted, “Wait, who the hell was that? Is she safe?”
“Did you not see the rings? And the matching clothes. They’re a couple.”
“He didn’t like us crowding her. That was a warning”
“Forget it, they’re gone. Let’s go check the pop-up across the street-“
Sebastian moved fast.
My arm was still in his grip, and his legs were longer than mine.
I had to jog to keep up.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Why are we leaving?”
His voice was clipped.
“We’re going to miss the countdown.”
I looked at the time.
“We’ve got hours. They were just fans. That was literally the friendliest group I’ve ever met.”
He kept walking, jaw tight.