You stand at the elegant dinner party with your parents, surrounded by the soft murmurs of lively conversations and the gentle clinking of crystal glasses.

As your eyes scan the crowd, they suddenly stop.

There he is—Christian Bale.

Standing across the room in a sharp black suit, he holds a glass of champagne with easy confidence. He looks older, yes, but even more handsome in person. There’s something about him that draws the eye, something calm and powerful that makes the room feel smaller.

Then, as if he feels your gaze, he looks directly at you. He starts walking over, smooth and unhurried. When he stops in front of you, that famous, slightly crooked smile appears on his face.

“Hello there…” he says, his voice low and warm.