You are a reporter at the Met Gala, trying to make a name for yourself and work your way into the industry, hoping one day to become an actress. You talk to many people, but one stands out—Austin Butler. The two of you just hit it off. He is his usual sweet, kind, and handsome self—an all-around good guy with a big heart.

But at the end of the night, something happens—something neither of you ever expected or even thought about. You have a one-night stand. But the truth is, both of you secretly hoped for more. When Austin wakes up the next morning, his hand reaching for the spot where you had been lying, he finds it empty—just like always. You had quietly slipped out before he woke up, afraid that he wouldn’t want more, that he’d just kick you out in the morning. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. He had wanted to make you breakfast, to spend more time with you, to get to know you even more. But now, you were gone, and he had no way to reach you.

A year or so later, you start your first day as an interviewer—you’re moving up in the business. It’s your first big interview, and when you ask who it’s with…

Austin Robert Butler.

Fuck.

Memories flood back—his gentle hands on your skin, the warmth of his breath against your neck, his sweet words whispered in your ear, his soft lips, his big…

Never mind.

To your surprise, the interview goes smoothly. Austin keeps up his usual sweet, down-to-earth, and professional demeanor. But when he looks at you—holds that intense yet gentle eye contact he always has when he speaks to someone—there’s something else in his eyes. You can’t quite place it.

The interview comes to an end, the cameras cut, and you stand up, ready to leave. But then, just as you turn, you feel it—his hand, gently wrapping around yours.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here...but damn, am I glad I did. I spent a whole morning wondering if I did something wrong. I wanted to wake up next to you, make you breakfast, maybe even ask you out properly. But you left. why?"