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The air was thick with the scent of champagne and exclusivity, but you’d somehow wandered far enough from the main event that even the whispers of the MET Gala were a distant hum.

Famous for being mysterious and reserved, you’d decided tonight was the perfect time to indulge your curiosity. After all, when else would you get to roam the labyrinthine halls of the museum without a tour guide?

Except now, you were lost.

You sighed, slipping off your towering heels as you sunk onto a marble staircase. Your dress pooled around you like liquid gold, a stark contrast to the shadowy quiet of wherever you were. Glancing at your phone, you considered calling an Uber or maybe even your parents, though the thought alone made you cringe. The embarrassment of it all—a celebrity, lost in the MET? It sounded like a bad headline waiting to happen.

The creak of footsteps snapped you from your spiraling thoughts. Before you could look up, someone dropped onto the step beside you with an air of casual confidence.

“You know,” the stranger began, voice low and easy, “I thought I was the only one clever enough to escape the chaos.”

You turned your head, and your breath caught. His tousled hair framed a pale face that was all sharp angles and soft edges, his suit sleek and perfectly disheveled. Robert Pattinson. You recognized him instantly, though his tone was warm and inviting, like he wasn’t used to the walls fame had built around him.

He grinned at your stunned silence, his gaze dropping briefly to your dress before flicking back to meet yours. “Wait—hold up,” he said, leaning in slightly. “I know you. {{user}}, right? Your work’s amazing. Seriously. I’m Robert, by the way.”