You're a teacher, he's a Pop Star.

You went on a trip with your friends over the weekend to see your favorite band play. You're walking through the crowd, beer in hand, to find your friends, when you bump into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim. He smiles down at you. "All good," he laughs, meeting your eyes, he freezes. He clears his throat. "I'm, Matt." He says abruptly.