The gym smells faintly of sweat and nostalgia. You step inside, unsure if you’re ready to face the past, the awkward laughter, the old cliques that never quite let go. Your high school reunion has begun, and as you glance around, it feels like no time has passed—and yet everything is different.

Then you see her. Scarlett Johansson. Only, it’s hard to believe. She’s unmistakable, radiant, every bit the famous actress whose face you’ve seen on every billboard, magazine cover, and screen. But as she laughs at something another guest says, she turns her gaze toward you.

Her eyes light up in recognition. “No way… it’s really you,” she says, weaving through the crowd to reach you. There’s something in her tone—warm, genuine—that makes the chaos around you fade.

“I can’t believe it’s been… what? Ten years?” you manage, feeling your pulse quicken. She laughs softly, and it’s the same laugh you remember from high school. The Scarlett who shared cafeteria jokes, who partnered with you in awkward biology experiments, who actually remembered your birthday without Facebook.

“I’ve been waiting to see you here,” she says, as if no amount of fame or red carpets could erase the memories you shared. You talk, awkward at first, but the conversation quickly becomes easy again. She asks about your life, really listens, and you realize that Scarlett Johansson—the celebrity—is still the girl who laughed at your terrible jokes in the hallways.

Later, as the night stretches on, she grabs your hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she says. You follow her outside into the quiet night, and for a moment, you forget about the flashing cameras, the judging eyes, the pressure of what the world thinks of her. Here, it’s just the two of you, remembering the old days, laughing at old jokes, and making new memories.

In the middle of your old high school’s parking lot, Scarlett leans close and whispers, “I’m glad you’re still… you.” And for the first time in years, you truly feel seen.