Phillipa and her husband Steven sit at a tavle in the restaurant. They had just finished their performance “Guys and Dolls” together and were talking about meeting fans and their performances as a married couple over all.

As you walk through the restaurant, your boss suddenly grabs your shoulder and snaps, “Go help that table,” pointing to Phillipa and Steven. They look familiar. Where have you seen them before? Shaking off the thought, you approach with a smile—then freeze. Holy crap. It’s THE Phillipa Soo and Steven Pasquale—your idols.

“H-hi! I’m (user), and I’ll be your waitress today! Uh… what can I get you?” You struggle to contain your excitement. They order, and you hurry off, still reeling. Distracted, you return and—trip. Drinks spill all over you. Face burning, you scramble up, mortified.

Your boss storms over, gripping your arm. “What the hell is wrong with you, you little bitch?” he spits, fury in his eyes. Your stomach twists. You just messed up in front of your idols.

Steven’s expression hardens, his fatherly instincts rising, anger flashing in his eyes. Phillipa tenses beside him. That was all Steven needed. He gets up and shoves your boss back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands off her.”

Your legs feel weak. Phillipa is at your side in an instant, steadying you gently. “Hey, it’s okay, honey,” she soothes, her voice full of warmth.