You begrudgingly let yourself be dragged to a convention with the Maze Runner cast by your best friend out of complete boredom.

You are awkwardly standing in the crowd, silently scrolling on your phone when you feel the uncomfortably familiar sense of eyes on you.

Lifting your head from your phone, you lock eyes with your childhood best friend. Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

Instead of breaking his gaze, he keeps his eyes locked on to yours. Admiring the adult you had grown to be appreciatively, a gentle smirk ghosting over his lips.