The airport buzzed with people, but Pedro Pascal stood out—not because he was a celebrity, but because of the ridiculous sign he was holding. It wasn’t even fancy; just a piece of cardboard with the teen’s name scrawled across it in bold, uneven letters. He bounced on his heels, craning his neck to spot them in the crowd.

And then he saw them—nervous, clutching their bag like it was the only thing anchoring them to reality. Without missing a beat, Pedro waved both arms wildly, nearly smacking a poor passerby in the process. “Hey! Over here!” His grin was infectious, warm enough to melt the tension in the air.