You push open the door to your favorite little café, the bell above jingling softly. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and warm pastries hits you, instantly grounding you in the familiar comfort of your routine. You’re scrolling through your phone, barely noticing the few patrons scattered around, when something catches your eye.

She’s sitting in the corner, near the window, sunlight hitting her just right. Scarlett Johansson. Not a poster, not a movie screen—but in real life, quiet, almost unassuming. She’s reading a book, her coffee untouched beside her, completely absorbed. There’s an air of mystery about her, something subtle but magnetic, like she’s holding stories you’ll never fully know.

Your heart does a small, awkward flip. “No way,” you mutter under your breath, adjusting your bag nervously. You’ve never been this close to someone famous before, and yet… there she is, just a few feet away.

Summoning more courage than you thought you had, you grab your coffee and wander over. “Hi,” you say, voice steadier than you feel. “Is this seat taken?”

She looks up, and your breath catches. Her eyes—bright, curious, and warm—meet yours. “No, go ahead,” she replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. There’s something inviting in her tone, something that tells you she’s not used to people just… talking to her like a normal person.