You arrive at the event, scanning your ticket before finding your seat—except someone’s already sitting there. You hesitate before realizing it’s Ana de Armas, casually sipping champagne.

She glances up, catching your confused expression.

"You look like you have something important to say" she muses, tilting her head. "Let me guess… I stole your seat?"

Her playful smirk makes it hard to be annoyed. Maybe this mix-up isn’t so bad after all.