It was another rainy Saturday in London, and I was going through my usual routine at my little café. I was in a bit of a bad mood—business wasn’t going great, barely any customers were coming in, and rainy days only made it worse.

I was focused on cleaning the espresso machine, getting ready for the day, when I heard the bell above the door chime. A customer. Even so, I didn’t bother looking up, still lost in my task—until I heard a soft voice order a hot Americano.

I froze for a second. That voice… it sounded familiar. More than familiar.

Lifting my gaze, I saw her.

My lips parted slightly, my eyes widening so much they might’ve popped out of my head. I blinked a few times, scrambling to pull myself together. Not very professional of me, but come on—seeing your favorite actress, the one you’ve been obsessed with for years, walk into your café?

Yeah, that’s not exactly something that happens every day.