Just like Fenne feared, clips of the interview flooded her social media. She cringed at seeing herself standing awkwardly beside Joost as he spoke in near perfect English to the interviewer.

When the microphone was held out to her, Fenne wanted to shut her phone off and never open TikTok again when she heard her say,

'Uh, yes. I love Joost Klein.'

Seeing Joost throw his head back in laughter made her feel a little better. The video had garnered attention, just like Fenne thought it would, but was pleased to see a different type of attention from Joost's fans.

Whenever she talks, it's like he's got no thoughts in his head

This is the first time I've seen them together in a while. Joost looks so much happier now!

I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure watching these two

'How many times are going to watch that same clip?'

Fenne looked over the top of her phone screen with a playful glare. Joost was brushing his teeth and staring at her from the bathroom doorway. He was dressed for their day out in Malmö with a bomber jacket over his white football jersey, a pair of long denim shorts and his glasses over his eyes.

'Never put me in front of the camera again,' she said bitterly.

'Oh, come on. You were great!' he rolled his eyes and bluddered through toothpaste. 'You've just got to work on your English. You're too cute in that video.'

Fenne felt heat rise to her cheeks as Joost turned to rinse his mouth out in the sink. At his compliment, Fenne was seeing less of her awkwardness and more of what the comments saw.

With Joost's arm around her shoulders, Fenne watched herself speak Dutch into the mircophone as he waited to translate. She hadn't meant to be so emotional, but she saw the corner of Joost's lip twitch into a wide smile. His eyelashes moved as his gaze shifted all around her face, and when the interview asked for the translation, Fenne adored the way Joost turned to reveal his crescent moon eyes and goofy grin.

Joost stepped back into the hotel room just as Fenne lowered her phone. She pushed herself up from the mattress and stood to grab her things. While hearing Joost pack a tote, Fenne heard the familiar vibrations of an incoming call. She looked to where Joost's cracked phone sat on charge and read the name plastered with the FaceTime logo.

'Aggu's calling you.'

Fenne unplugged the device from the charging cable and held it out to him. Joost took it with a stretch over the bed and swiped across the screen. Holding it up to show his face, the man was greeted by the maskless German.

'Hey, August.'

'Joost, your dogs are demons.'

'I'm sure you're right, but why?'

'These three will not stop running around at night. They go from room to room looking for something and scratch at my door,' Fenne imagined Aggu's accusing finger pointing at the three culprits.

'They're probably looking for me,' Joost said. 'Just let them into Fenne and my room at night. They'll just sleep in there.'

'But you said don't let Oojet on any of the beds?'

Sensing the inquisitve stare, Fenne looked over her shoulder and sighed.

All Aggu could see was Joost looking off-screen and waiting to give him a solution. He was prepared to just let the canines run wild since they barely seemed to listen to him anyway. The FaceTime call was going to be Aggu's last attempt at following Joost's messy and ludiacrous instructions.

'He can go on our bed just this once,' Fenne called to make sure Aggu could hear. Joost repeated her statement just to be sure while looking back down at the screen.

'Thanks, Fenne,' she heard Aggu say.

'Alright, we're going out, now. Love you, Aggu,' Joost said, waving his farewell.

'Love you, too, Joost. Can I say goodbye to Fenne, as well?'

'No.'

'Bye, Aggu-'

Fenne's goodbye was cut short when she saw Joost end the call and lower his phone. His unimpressed expression made her roll her eyes and shake her head. The feud between the two men would continue until Joost saw fit and Fenne had no choice but to follow along.

'You're so mean to him.'

'He needs to find his own girlfriend and leave mine alone.'

Leaving their hotel room, Fenne and Joost headed down in the elevator. Fenne had put on a fitted croptop and a pair of highwaisted baggy jeans. Her belt was studded and had two sets of chains run from its buckle to the sides of her hips. She left her hair down over her shoulders after Joost's requested advice and had her own tote bag over her shoulder.

Wordlessly, Joost held his hand out in front of him. He angled his body to the right where Fenne stood beside him. It was something Joost had done ever since their first date and Fenne never needed to ask what it was that the man was doing. She turned her arm and hand to face upwards and raised her palm to meet his, where their fingers threaded through each other's. Lowering them, Joost held Fenne's hand by their sides with a firm grip.

They arrived at the lobby and were relieved to see that the press hadn't turned up today. Malmö Arena was being prepared and the contestants that rehearsed their performances had already left the hotel. It allowed the couple to head towards the single man that was sat waiting for them in a gathering of comfortable chairs.

Apson and Hanna were going out into Malmö on their own, while Stuntje and Nathan didn't feel like venturing out of their hotel rooms. This left Teun to tag along with Fenne and Joost. The man didn't mind being the third wheel and said that the couple were going to the places that he also wanted to see in the city. He was made aware that the two would be doing 'couple' things, which is when he would take his leave and see Malmö solo.

With small markets and quaint shops, Fenne adored the city. There were so many things to see and buy that she wouldn't find anywhere else. Joost wandered absently beside her, their entwined hands making it so that he had to go wherever she went.

But after the fourth jewellery stand, Joost was attracted to the position beside Teun, who stood a few metres away smoking.

'Can I go for a smoke with Teun?' he asked and received a distracted nod. Joost's hand slipped out of her's and Fenne picked up a ring from the table.

'You don't have to stay with us. I won't blame you if you want to do something other than shopping,' Joost said to Teun after taking a cigarette from his pack. The two stood off the cobblestone-path and watched tourists and locals alike shop the streets.

'It's okay. I like hanging with you guys. You're much more docile when you're with her.'

Joost followed Teun's motioning and saw Fenne handing over some Euros to the stall owner. Her friendly smile worked its usual charm and made the owner slip another ring in the paper bag. Fenne could be seen waving her hand in an attempt to be polite, but the stall owner insisted. She took her purchase and thanked them again, making Joost smile unconsciously at how infectious her aura was.

'Really? No comeback for that one?' Teun snickered and Joost glanced to his producer.

'Nope. Don't need one. Your love life is enough of a comeback. Or lack of, for that matter.'

The choke that sounded from Joost's throat satisfied Teun. The smoke that Joost had inhaled came out in spuratic puffs after Teun's fist pounded into his stomach. People that passed looked in concern as the Klein coughed and Teun held back a smirk.

'I would have a love life if you didn't drag me to every fucking country every other week,' Teun said. 'Maybe I'll find someone here, a sea-side Swedish sweetheart.'

Joost recovered and muttered an insult. His producer didn't take much notice and recognised the back of Fenne's head in the crowd. She rummaged through a stall's crates and people walked by, preoccupied with their own activities and conversations. Well, that was most people.

Teun watched as two young men slowed their pace and paused their conversation. Their heads were turned to the stall of crates and it was obvious they weren't looking at the products. One tapped his friend's arm and they exchanged a look, before wandering over to the stall.

'Uh oh. Trouble.'

Teun's statement made Joost look up to his friend with raised eyebrows. He caught the motion of Teun's head and looked to the stall, where he recognised Fenne from afar. But as Fenne turned to head to the next table, Joost immediately took note of the two men that followed her closely.

'Fucking hell,' Joost dropped his cigarette and crushed it underneath his foot.

'Wait, I think she has it handled. Look.'

At Teun's words, Joost looked back up from his shoe and witnessed a rewarding exchange. One of the men held out their phone and asked Fenne something in Swedish. They were confident, but Fenne wasn't a fool and knew what they were asking despite not knowing the language. Their smiles faded as Fenne pointed in Joost and Teun's direction.

Joost made sure to give them the middle finger and a deep frown. With his tattoos and piercing blue eyes, Joost was menacing across the street. Teun threw his cigarette to the pavement and despite it not being his intention, it appeared as if he was preparing to walk over with the intimidating blonde.

It was satisfying to watch the two men apologise to Fenne and scurry away. They kept their heads low, praying that they hadn't just involved themselves in something sinister.

Once they were gone, Fenne made her way over to her bodyguards.

'You two transcend language barriers,' she said once she was in front of them. 'You look like Swedish mafia.'

'Good,' Joost said, proudly.

'I'm going to go get a beer somewhere. Did you guys want to come?' Teun asked and the two shook their heads. 'Alright. I'll meet you back at the hotel.'

Fenne and Joost bid him farewell. They watched him go, his backpack hanging low and his baseball cap disappearing into the crowd. Joost was the first to turn back to Fenne, his eyes going down to the paper bag in her hand.

'What did you buy?' he asked and Fenne perked up at the mention.

'A ring! The stall owner saw us together before and gave me a free one for you!'

Joost's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Fenne tipped the bag's contents out. In the palm of her hand were two rings. One was thin with a silver star, while the other had a thick band with the same shape cut out of it's metal. The matching jewellery had a rustic wash that stained the silver.

'Aren't they cute?' Fenne beamed and slipped the thin one on to her forefinger.

'Hang on. I have an idea,' Joost's movement made Fenne look up to see him reaching to the nape of his neck. His hands emerged from behind him with his silver chain hanging unclipped.

Taking the thick ring from Fenne, Joost threaded it onto his chain and slipped it back around his neck. The star cut-out could be seen as it bounced against his chest and Fenne liked seeing it become apart of his everyday attire. She thought about the tattoo that mirrored hers underneath his sleeve and felt a warmth spread throughout her chest.

'You're so cute,' Fenne said without thinking.

'Cute?' Joost grinned, glancing down at his chain with the new ring. 'You called me a Swedish gangster a minute ago and now I'm cute?'

'It just shows your range. Like Europapa and PTSD.'

The ring of Joost's high-pitched giggle sounded and Fenne couldn't help but laugh along. Taking each other's hands, the two turned to head off down the street with twinkling eyes.