you have been working as the lead in the west end production of ‘a streetcar named desire’. you’re a stage actress, you’re a performer. you’re not famous and you have no desire to be famous, you also have no desire to have anything to do with paul mescal.

paul has been playing your love interest in the show. you hate paul. he’s sweaty, and muscly, and sexy- wait, not sexy. where was i? oh yeah, you hate paul.

you’ve just finished a production, and you’re getting unready from the show, already in your comfortable clothes. paul is sat behind you on his phone. “so why do you hate me so much?” he asks as he looks at you with his big blue eyes, his curly, sweaty brown hair laying on his forehead. his lips are in an almost pout, he doesn’t want you to hate him.