”Just a celebrity crush. I shouldn’t get too obsessed with her.”

Unfortunately, that was reality. Your celebrity crush would never even know of your existence, especially with the giant country gap. However, you got the chance to go to a convention she was attending. Been a while.

You stepped in with a gift in hand. You knew she loved the Kpop group Seventeen, so you got some of their merch. Hopes weren’t too high though. Recounting what someone said…

“ I'm sure most of us do. Outside of a con or some meet&greet, I see no chance though. And even these are heavily regulated - you get a minute or so, hand her a gift and then you get shuffled off for the next hopeful fan waiting in line. I'm sure it's all one big blur for Emma when it's over, so you have to wonder what's even the point.”

That was true. What even was the point?

Before you even knew it, you had been pushed to the front of the line. Emma greeted you with a smile. You got your autograph and gave her the gift. She silently thanked you as the next person did the same. Repeating, over and over.

As you left in the alleyway after the convention, you bumped into her. She was trying to keep a low profile. Her bodyguards shoved you away, but she looked back at you like she recognised you. She sent her bodyguards away and bent down.

— Hey.

Her sweet voice melted your ears.

— Thanks for this.

The only gift not on the trolley was yours, unwrapped. She liked it, a lot.