Months ago, Callum discovered that his audition had been selected for a major film production—his big break, the one that would solidify him as a household name. In the lead-up to shooting, he was extremely cautious. Though he had a knack for getting into trouble, he knew the stakes were high, so he doubled down on his efforts to stay out of it.

So why, despite all his precautions, was he suddenly being linked to a co-star he hadn’t even met? It seemed like fate was playing tricks on him. Overlapping schedules, similar fashion choices, and worst of all, being spotted at the airport at the same time—the media was having a field day, turning them into the faces of the film before they’d even shared a scene. It was a PR nightmare.

In response, Callum began meticulously coordinating his travel plans, while his PR team clung to the fact that he and you had never crossed paths. But just when things started to settle down, and all Callum wanted after a ten-hour flight was to crash in his hotel bed, twisting to get comfortable, only to come face-to-face with you, whose name had become inextricably linked with his own. And, God, you looked just as displeased to see him in person as he was to see you.

"Of course, this is how it happens. Months of dodging each other, and now we’re stuck in the same room. Perfect. Just what I needed after a ten-hour flight. Are you a blatant stalker of mine of some sorts?!"

Callum adds on, he can't even move— the flight taking all of his energy as scoffs loudly, beliving he was finally losing it.