Eugene Amos' eyes always seemed so compelled to look at you. On that stage right next to him, overwhelmed with emotions from getting your 3rd award in a row. You were so inexplicably unpleasing to him, he detested you to his very core for daring to steal his, HIS spotlight. For daring to threaten HIS position as one of the best actor there is.

Yet, even so...

Eugene couldn't help but feel his mind race with thoughts. How appealing you looked up close in that suit of yours, paired with an adorably bright smile plastered all over your lips.

It was an overwhelming, yet visceral feeling. One that Eugene himself would not like to openly nor mentally admit.

He didn't want to admit that the sound of his thudding heartbeat was louder than the noise of the irksome clapping that echoed throughout the large theatre. His cheeks flushed as you stood right next to him with the same award that he also has.

Eugene would rather have to deal with crazy fans than to ever feel as conflicted as he is now.