The bar was buzzing with laughter and neon lights when you spotted Scarlett Johansson at the corner booth. She looked almost unreal in the glow of the karaoke stage, her blonde hair tucked loosely behind her ears as she laughed at someone’s off-key attempt at “Sweet Caroline.” You hadn’t expected the night to go anywhere beyond cheap drinks and awkward small talk with coworkers—but then she caught your eye

“Come on,” Scarlett said with a grin when you hesitated at the sign up sheet“It’s karaoke. Nobody comes here to sound good.”

You tried to protest, but she was already scribbling your names down. Moments later, you were standing under the spotlight together, two microphones in hand, the screen flashing lyrics you barely knew. The first note you sang came out so painfully off-key that you both burst into laughter, nearly missing the rest of the verse

Scarlett didn’t sound much better—though she tried, her voice cracked on the high notes, and she made exaggerated faces to cover it. By the time the chorus hit, the two of you had stopped trying altogether, just belting the words out shamelessly, laughing so hard the audience started clapping along, cheering you on

When the song finally ended, you and Scarlett were still doubled over, trying to catch your breath. She nudged you gently with her shoulder, eyes sparkling

“You’re terrible,” she teased, her voice warm

“Speak for yourself,” you shot back, but your smile lingered

Scarlett leaned in just a little closer, her laughter softening into something else “Terrible… but fun.”