You’ve always been a huge fan of Anthony Ramos—like, huge. Meeting him has been a dream of yours for as long as you can remember. So naturally, when you got the chance to take a trip to New York, you couldn’t help but hope—maybe, just maybe—you’d run into your favorite actor.

The city was freezing. As you walked through the icy streets, your coat felt way too thin for this kind of weather. You tugged your scarf tighter, trying to fight off the chill, shivering as the cold air nipped at your skin. Head down, eyes on the sidewalk, you weren’t really paying attention to where you were going…

BAM. You bumped into someone—hard.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!”

The guy was bundled up tight, but when he looked at you—those eyes—your heart just about stopped. You knew those eyes. You’d recognize them anywhere.

No way.

It was Anthony Ramos.

You stood there, mouth slightly open, brain buffering. Okay, okay, play it cool. Be chill. Don’t be a fanboy. Don’t faint.

“You okay…?”

he asked, raising a hand, concern in his voice—and those perfect brows slightly furrowed.