You sighed as you leaned back into your airplane seat, hands still shaky from the absolute meltdown you had five minutes ago. You were on a plane to Greece. To see your boyfriend of 6 years. When he just dumped you over the phone. Which meant you had no place to stay and absolutely no plan to follow once you’d arrive in Greece. You took deep breaths, preventing the tears forming in your eyes from falling out.

You were sat next to a complete stranger, wearing sunglasses and a grey T-shirt on top of some jeans. He looked slightly familiar, but you couldn’t quite place him. The staff on board seemed to pay extra attention to him, which just made you roll your eyes. God, you get premium service now just for being attractive? Ridiculous.

The plane took off into the early morning sky and you took out a book. Bad choice. The book described - very accurately may I add - all the details of a gut wrenching breakup right on the chapter where you left off last time. Your eyes filled with tears at the not so gentle reminder how you’ve just been dumped. Suddenly, you feel a finger tap on your shoulder, followed by an unsure whisper.

“You okay?” The stranger next to you asked, taking off his sunglasses. Your eyes widened. Holy shit. The stranger sitting next to you in this uncomfortable economy class row of seats was Ryan Gosling. The famous actor, celebrity A list star. The heartthrob a million teenage girls would die for. And he was asking you if you were okay. You. Some 20-something year old who got dumped by some Greek douchebag over text. Who has no accommodation or any possible future with the way things are going. Oh. My. God.