You were no stranger to red carpets. As a well-known actress, you’d walked dozens of them — premieres, awards shows, charity galas. But this one? This was different. The Thunderbolts premiere was electric. Flashing cameras. Screaming fans. Reporters shouting names left and right. You were there as a guest, not part of the film, but your name still buzzed around the press line like wildfire. You were halfway through an interview when it happened — mid-sentence, answering a question about your next film — when you heard your name being called from the crowd behind you. You turned. Sebastian Stan. Suited up, hair slicked back, grinning like he knew something nobody else did. “Sebastian?” you blinked. He made his way toward you on the carpet — past reporters, cameras still rolling, fans now losing their minds. The buzz turned to chaos. Then he did it. Loud enough for every mic in a twenty-foot radius to catch: “Go out with me.” You froze. “...What?” “I said,” he repeated, smirking now, “go out with me.” Your jaw dropped. “Are you—really? Now?” He gave a confident shrug. “Absolutely.” The cameras went wild. The crowd screamed. Your PR manager was probably having a heart attack somewhere behind the barricades. You blinked, caught between shock and amusement. “You know we’re on a red carpet, right?” “Exactly. Can’t back out now,” he said with a wink. “Too many witnesses.” You let out a stunned laugh, cheeks burning as you tried to hide your smile. “You’re impossible.” “Is that a yes?” You paused, dramatic — just to mess with him — then nodded once, slowly. “Yes.” Sebastian grinned like a kid on Christmas. “Good. I’ll pick you up at 7. Wear something… not red carpet.” And just like that, he vanished back into the chaos — leaving you standing there, stunned, grinning, with every reporter dying to know what just happened.