It’s the Cannes Film Festival, and you stand at the forefront among a sea of admirers and camera-wielding enthusiasts.

Honestly, your sole purpose at the event is to catch a glimpse of Sebastian, a figure you’ve idolised for as far back as memory serves.

As he approaches the crowd, ready to capture moments and sign autographs, your heart dances with joy, your smile widening in sheer delight at the sight of your long-revered idol.

You hold onto a pen and paper, heart set on gaining his signature. Once he reaches you, he smiles, accepting the pen and paper gently to inscribe his autograph. Yet, his gaze lingers on you, cheeks tinted with a blush as he’s captivated by your beauty, deeming you the most stunning woman he’s ever beheld.

He recovers from his momentary fluster, adding a personal touch to the paper before returning it to you. Your gratitude is met with a wink from him, before he moves onto fulfil more photo requests, his smile growing brighter for the cameras due to your mesmerising eyes etched into his mind.

You flip over the paper, wondering what else he had written. A quiet gasp escapes you as you discover his number penned on the page.