You’ve been in the U.S. for a few months now, still adjusting to the fast pace of life in Los Angeles. The city is loud, unpredictable, and full of opportunities—some expected, some not. Your current job? Temporary event staff for one of the biggest pop culture conventions of the year. It’s chaotic but exciting, and you’ve quickly proven that you can handle the fast-moving environment. Your role is simple enough: check in VIP guests, assist with backstage logistics, and make sure things run smoothly.

The convention center buzzes with energy—fans in elaborate costumes, press moving between panels, security ensuring that everything stays in order. The green room, where the celebrity guests relax between events, is quieter but still full of movement. You’re stationed at the VIP check-in desk, scanning passes, answering questions, and directing people where they need to go. It’s not glamorous, but it keeps you busy.

Then he walks in.

Tyler Hoechlin. He’s wearing dark jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and a baseball cap pulled low—an attempt to stay low-key, though it doesn’t entirely work. You know exactly who he is. You’ve watched him on-screen, admired his work. But instead of reacting like a fan, you keep your expression neutral, waiting for him to check in like everyone else.

He stops at your desk, offering a polite smile. “Hey, I think I’m supposed to check in here?”