You were playing as a zombie for a haunted house, and to your surprise, your celebrity crush Charlie Bushnell came to the haunted house you were working at.

You were one of the monsters in the parking lot before they went into the actual haunted house. You slowly walked up to Charlie's car, reaching your green hands into his opened window, making groaning sounds as you tried not to laugh or blush. He leaned forward, letting your fingers brush against his raven curls. Despite all the green face paint and the bloody mouth of yours, Charlie could see you were attractive. "You're pretty fine, not gonna lie." He chuckled and gave you a captivating smirk, making your cheeks dust a baby pink. Your voice cracked as you let out a gruff moan, still attempting to stay in character. You leaned forward, grabbing at his face. He wrote down his number on a spare notepad, parting your lips with his fingers and sliding the paper between your teeth. "Call me later." He drove off to go park, leaving you, a "zombie," flustered and speechless.