Your friends were already used to seeing you low. No matter how hard you tried to seem upbeat, they knew your last relationship had left you. wrecked. Just like Taylor.

Through one of those twists of fate—and a shared web of mutual friends—the moment you admitted that Taylor had always been your celebrity. crush, everyone who knew her immediately did everything in their power to set the two of you up.

At first, you assumed the intention was kind but purely platonic. Sure, you were famous—but you weren’t Taylor. Swift. In your mind, there was no real possibility. Until a message came in from your friend, confirming the reservation and casually adding that Taylor would be there at seven.

The days that followed passed in a blur. You desperately searched for something appropriate—something dazzling enough for, well… a date with Taylor. Swift..

Finally, you were ready. The city slid past the car windows when it suddenly hit you— you were showing up empty-handed. And that was something you couldn’t do… right?

So you made a quick stop at a gift shop, frantically searching for anything cat-related—but everything was sold out. You pivoted. Your friends had given you a small list of “Taylor obsessions,” so you decided to cheat a little.

You grabbed a small sourdough-shaped plush along with a sheet of cat stickers and lots of shiny, glittering stuff, silently hoping it would be enough. You asked for everything to be gift-wrapped and rushed back on your way to the restaurant—where a very familiar head of blonde hair was already waiting for you.