You and Walker had been circling the same world for years. Same premieres, same press junkets, same chaotic Disney machine. It was almost ridiculous that you’d never actually met before—not even in passing. Leah had worked with you. Aryan had posted a photo with you once. But Walker? Somehow, never. That changed tonight.

The Zombies 4 premiere had been the usual blur. But now, the after-party was in full swing and Disney after-parties had a reputation. Polished on the surface, but if you stayed only one hour you’d probably get anything you want.

Walker hadn’t expected to run into you, let alone like this: outside, away from the chaos. You were leaning against the railing, one foot propped against the wall, a half-smile playing on your lips as you lit a cigarette.

He was watching you. Not in a creepy way, just curious and kinda star struck. You noticed him starring. You smirked. “Want one?”

Walker hesitated for half a second, not because of the cigarette, but because of what he was about to do next. Then he took one. Not to light it. Instead, he pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket and began to write his number along the side of the paper.

“You might wanna call after tonight,” he said, low and easy, voice just a bit cocky.