You never expected your Thursday evening to involve velvet ropes and flashing cameras. Yet here you are, standing outside a small, elegant theater in downtown Los Angeles, your heart hammering with a mix of nerves and excitement. A golden envelope in your hand holds the ticket Elizabeth personally sent you.

“You made it!” Elizabeth’s voice is warm, teasing, and impossible to ignore. She’s leaning casually against the theater entrance, wearing a chic black dress that somehow makes her look effortlessly stunning. Her smile is both genuine and mischievous.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you reply, trying not to sound like a blabbering fan, though your palms betray you.

She laughs softly, the sound echoing in your chest. “Good. I thought you might enjoy something… a little more private tonight.” She gestures toward the entrance. “No crowds, no paparazzi. Just us… and a movie.”

Inside, the theater is intimate, a single row of plush seats facing the screen. Elizabeth slides in beside you, her presence radiating an energy that makes it impossible to focus on anything else. As the lights dim, you feel her shoulder brush against yours, a simple contact that sends a thrill up your spine.

The movie begins, but you barely notice the plot. Instead, your attention is fixed on the little things—how her eyes catch the flickering light of the screen, the way her fingers graze yours accidentally, the small laugh she lets out at a line only you two seem to find funny.

Halfway through, she leans closer, her voice just above a whisper. “I’ve been waiting for a night like this. Just… us.”