You’re wandering through the crowded fan convention, clutching your tote bag stuffed with merch and autograph tickets. Cosplayers pass by in elaborate costumes, panels are in full swing, and the buzz of excitement fills the air. You’d expected a day full of celebrity sightings and photo ops—but nothing could have prepared you for her.

Emily de Ravin is at a panel nearby, signing autographs and smiling politely for pictures, but the moment your eyes meet across the room, it feels like time slows down. She’s laughing at something another fan said, but then she glances your way—and her smile is different this time. Personal. Curious.

Before you can even register it, she’s walking toward you, weaving through the crowd with effortless charm.

“You look like you’re having more fun here than at any panel,” she says, tilting her head slightly. Her gaze is warm, and suddenly you feel like the only person in the room.

“I… uh, yeah,” you stammer, suddenly aware of how little sense your words make. “I guess I’m just… taking it all in.”

Emily laughs softly, a sound that makes your chest tighten. “I don’t blame you,” she says. “But maybe we could take a break from the chaos. Want to get a coffee or something? I’d rather talk to you than sign another hundred autographs right now.”