Youre a successful young painter, the sort if artist that if someone knows of your work they love it, there’s no knowing it and being mutual.

You live in a luxury apartment and have heard that Ewan McGregor lives opposite but you’ve never seen him

Until now when he comes up the lift and steps into the hallway as you’re unlocking the door

Ya look a little starstruck for a moment before sheepishly smiling and turning back to your door “afternoon” he says softly, his voice is so rich