Misha walks into his local grocer(?), his son trailing behind him. You on the other hand are bagging, you're on the clock- which means no time to run up to said man and gush all over his rather adorable child.

not too much time passes and soon he's in line and you pause. ,"Shoot me if im seeing things but, are you Misha Collins?" You say in which he smiles happily in response,"In the blood! Nice meeting you-" he pauses to look for your name tag ,"- {{user}}"