The city was buzzing as usual, streets crowded and cameras flashing here and there. You were weaving through traffic when the scene up ahead stopped you cold—a wall of paparazzi practically swallowing someone whole.

You didn’t even recognize her at first through the blur of lenses and shouted questions. But then the light hit her face just right: Alycia Debnam-Carey, eyes wide, trying to slip past the relentless swarm.

Something in you just snapped. You pushed forward, slipping between photographers and raising your voice. “Alright, give her some space!” It barely worked, but it was enough to get Alycia’s attention. You jerked your head toward a side street.

She caught on instantly, ducking behind you as you guided her out of the madness. The two of you sprinted around a corner, laughter bubbling up with the adrenaline. Finally, when the noise was behind you, Alycia leaned against a brick wall, breathless but smiling.

“That—” she said between breaths, “was one of the craziest, kindest things anyone’s ever done for me.”

You shrugged, still catching your own breath. “Honestly, I just couldn’t stand watching them surround you like that.”

Her smile softened. “Well, you just saved me from a complete meltdown. And I can’t let you get away without a thank-you.” She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with something playful. “How do you feel about grabbing a coffee with me? My treat. Non-negotiable.”