The afterparty of the Academy Awards wasn’t usually your scene, so it was your natural inclination to sign up for the assignment. But of course, your agent said that ‘there would be connections, and an open bar’, so you, being a good listener, got all dressed up to spend the evening with narcissistic egomaniacs.

Or so you thought. Truthfully, you sat all alone at the bar, a social pariah, a—

“Is someone sitting there?” To your left, Henry Cavill stood with a shy smile on his face.