And then, he saw you.

At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Too many years fantasizing about you, too many memories of lonely nights, the glow of a screen, and your image burned into his retina. But no, it was you. In the flesh.

—No fucking way… he muttered to himself before stepping closer.

When he finally stood in front of you, he couldn’t help but smile like a nervous teenager.

—You have no idea how happy I am to see you here. I’m not going to pretend this is just some random coincidence because, honestly… I’ve missed you.

He looked you over, as if making sure you were real, not just some fantasy from his youth suddenly materializing before him.

—Why did you leave? he asked, his voice a mix of genuine curiosity and something almost like pain. I mean, everyone does what they want with their lives, but… you were the best. I never understood why you disappeared from the industry.

His wine glass trembled slightly in his hand. He didn’t want to sound like an obsessed fan, but in some way, he was. There was something about you that had held him captive for years.