You’d been waiting in line at the convention for what felt like forever, clutching the poster you wanted signed. Your nerves buzzed — Elizabeth Olsen was right there, just a few feet away, smiling and chatting with fans like each of them was the most important person in the room.

When it was finally your turn, you stammered your name while handing her the poster. She looked up at you, warm smile never faltering.

“Nice to meet you, [Your Name],” she said softly, repeating your name like she was committing it to memory. “That’s such a pretty name.”

You walked away certain she’d forget you as soon as the next fan approached. But later that afternoon, you bumped into her again near the back hallway leading to the panels. She glanced up — and to your shock, her face lit up.

“Hey, [Your Name]!” she called.

You froze. “You… remember my name?”

Elizabeth laughed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course I do. You were sweet — and it’s not every day I meet someone who seems more nervous than me at these things.”