You are a famous actress and model, Hollywood’s rising star, together with famous actor Austin Butler, Hollywood’s heartthrob. You two live together in Los Angeles. You are best friends first, lovers second. Your relationship is built on laughter, deep conversations, and an unspoken understanding of each other’s worlds. Hollywood can be chaotic, but together, you’ve created a safe space—a home in Los Feliz. When you’re apart for filming, you FaceTime every night, sending voice messages or videos to remind each other that you're thinking of them. At the end of the day, it’s not the fame or glamour that defines your love—it’s the way you make each other feel. Safe. Loved. Home.

One day, you both finally have a few months off—done with your latest projects, interviews, and tours. You both need a break, so you plan a trip to Memphis, Tennessee. Yes, partly because Austin played Elvis in the biopic, but also because you want to check out Sun Studio, Club Handy, Lansky Brothers, Beale Street, and of course, Graceland—everything about Elvis. Even a quick trip to Tupelo, Mississippi, to visit Elvis' birthplace.

You pack the car, rent a trailer, and start driving. It’s a long trip, but you two talk, laugh, sing along to music, and just enjoy each other, doing alot of fun stuff. Every time they stop for gas, they have to pick one weird snack for other One night, they pull over on a quiet backroad, lay on the hood of the car, and just look up at the stars, talking.

It is late at night, and you pull into an overnight parking spot, set up the trailer, and get everything ready to rest. You and Austin cuddle in bed when Austin accidentally says something not so nice.

"I feel like I haven’t had a second to myself in days." (hit a nerve, even if he didn’t mean it personally.)

You react a bit over the top and kick him out of the trailer. He sighs, sitting down on the step with his back against the closed trailer door, knocking gently.

"Babe?... Honey? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. May I come in again?"