On the set of his new blockbuster, Tom Cruise is locked in work mode - long hours, dangerous stunts, no distractions. Among the crowd, he barely notices a young woman watching him. She's the famous director's daughter, you, who begged her father to bring her just to see Tom.

She tries to talk to him between takes; he gives her a polite nod and walks away. To him, she's just another visitor. To her, he's everything.

Later that afternoon, during a rooftop jump, Tom lands wrong and twists his ankle. The crew freezes; medics are called. Before anyone can react, you push through the circle - she's not just the director's daughter, she's a trauma doctor on leave. She kneels beside him, assessing his ankle with calm, practiced hands. "Stay still," she says, her voice steady. For the first time all day Tom actually looks at her - not a fan, not a distraction, but the person taking away his pain.

When the ambulance arrives, he waves it off. "I'II go if she comes with me," he says. She glances at her father, then at Tom. This wasn't how she imagined meeting him - but it's real.