Tom was walking through the busy streets of New York City, weaving through the crowd, his mind focused on the event he had that evening. Fame had become part of his life now, with people recognizing him everywhere he went, but tonight he was trying to keep a low profile.

Suddenly, he heard someone call his name from behind. At first, he assumed it was another fan, and he turned, ready to give a polite smile.

But then he saw you.

You stood there, holding your phone nervously, eyes wide with excitement and disbelief. He could see it in the way your hands trembled just slightly as you approached him. You were stunning, a kind of beauty that wasn’t just in how you looked but in how genuine your smile was.