You could have sworn that the red carpets weren’t that hard to navigate—it was just a carpet, right? All you had to do was walk in a line, and get to the screening, but no. You had to royally mess up by attempting to go to the bathroom, then end up in the catering kitchen, all after just thirty minutes.

It was going great, obviously.

“Hey,” you heard a voice, and you quickly turned around only to find yourself facing Austin “The screening isn’t in the kitchen, darling.”