The DeLorean landed with a loud sputter, sending dust flying in every direction. Marty groaned, rubbing his head as he stepped out.

— "Great. Where the hell am I now?"

He looked around, squinting as massive spotlights blinded him. People in headsets rushed around, giving orders. It was a movie set.

A woman with a clipboard rushed over to him.

— "Oh, finally! You’re late! Get to wardrobe—wait, never mind, you’re already in costume. Perfect eighties look, by the way."

— "Uh, costume?" Marty blinked. "There’s been a mistake—"

— "No time for chit-chat! You’re up, Romeo!"

Before he could react, she pushed him toward the set, a huge diner scene with neon lights and a jukebox playing a soft love song. And there you were, flipping through a script, looking nervous.

Marty tried to back away, but the director’s voice rang out.

— "Places! Our lead actor bailed, so thank God for the stand-in! Let’s see some chemistry!"

Marty froze.

— "Wait! I’m not—"

The director’s voice cut him off.

— "Action!"

You turned, locking eyes with him. Marty’s heart raced as you moved closer. For a moment, everything stopped.

Then, you kissed him.

The lights, the crew, the cameras—they all faded into the background as Marty lost himself in the kiss.

And just as quickly as it had started, it was over.

— "Perfect! That’s a wrap on this scene. Time for a break, everyone!"