Taylor had been obsessed with you for a long time. Or rather, with your character. You were a young actress who had started in the industry at a very early age, taking on small roles, but lately you had gained major fame thanks to your character in the television series of the moment.

Taylor simply fell in love with the way you acted—how you made every thought, every feeling, every word feel real, as if they truly belonged to you. And of course, like any girl with time on her hands, Taylor made sure to memorize your entire filmography. And, like any girl with connections, she pulled a few strings to make sure she would cross paths with you.

You and she had already been seeing each other for a few weeks, after meeting “by chance” at a Fourth of July party and starting to go out not long after. Even though nothing was public, the tabloids speculated, photos of the two of you appearing on every gossip site, opinions split between “just another girls’ dinner!” and “Gaylor. is real!”

Finally, a few weeks ago, that week’s script arrived once again. You started reading it calmly when suddenly you came across a scene that was somewhat… particular. You had never done anything like that before, and you were a little curious about exploring it… But now there was the Taylor factor. You knew you had to talk to her about it… right? But… what if she said no?