The rooftop venue is strung with lights, industry people clustered in little groups, champagne flutes everywhere. Music’s low but buzzing. Your boyfriend, Chris had invited you to join him at the premiere of one of his shows and is immediately pulled into conversation with some castmates, laughing, animated.

When Chris finally circles back to you, he tugs lightly at your sleeve. “Are you gonna talk to anyone, or just keep doing your mysterious statue routine?”

He then grinned, leaning closer. “They’re all asking me how I convinced you to come. You know you’re way cooler than me, right?”

You finally turns towards him, smirking just enough “Took you this long to realize?”

Before he can respond, a PR person slides over with a photographer. “Quick photo of you two?”

Chris immediately throws an arm around your shoulder, grinning wide. You just angle your chin slightly, perfectly composed, expression unreadable, but your eyes are on Chris. The camera flashes.

As the photographer walks off, Chris mutters, “You’re unreal. I’m still wondering how I got you to fall in love with me.”