Today was a very beautiful day in LA. Today, coffee and a cigarette tasted different—the day felt completely different. Maybe it was because of what happened at your concert yesterday. Just thinking about it brought a smile to his face. His favorite artist, the one he listens to the most and admires, he actually got to meet her. He took a picture with her and even got her autograph—on his hand. He still hadn't washed it off. He was that fascinated by her. And it wasn’t even about her fame; it was something much more than that. Her personality? Her looks? Or maybe it was those butterflies he felt whenever he saw her.

Should he text her? Just try? But then he’d come off as an obsessive fan. Still, the thought kept playing in his mind. She probably won’t even reply, he thought. But oh well, courage wasn’t something he lacked.

He grabbed his phone—it looked so small in his hand that it was almost comical. Of course, on his private account, he followed every channel that posted about her and everyone who occasionally shared updates about her. He quickly switched to his main account, searched for her profile, and started typing. His hands were shaking so much that even he was surprised. Usually, this only happened when he was dealing with anxiety—not when texting a girl.

But let’s be real, she wasn’t just any girl.

He wanted to say something nonchalant so he wouldn’t seem like a creep. Sweat was already dripping from his forehead.

"Hey, it’s Drew. I’m an actor, in case you didn’t know, and I really enjoyed your performance yesterday. I got your autograph, and I still have it on my hand—it means a lot to me. I don’t want to come off as pushy, but would you like to meet up? You know, talk about acting and music? You’re amazing at both. 🧙"

He hit send.

He was sweating like he had just run a marathon. Smiling to himself, he waited for a reply. It felt like an eternity.