You were with your friends at F1 in Las Vegas just as something to do while you’re there on vacation. You’re having fun, watching the race, drinking, etc.

That’s when you see Tom fucking Blyth. An actor. And, one of your favourites, at that.

How much better can this day get?

But you hesitate and just watch, not sure if you should ruin his moment of just having some peace and being with his friends. He seems to be happy that nobody really recognizes him here at all.

You do some contemplating.

Do I or do I not? You think to yourself with a soft hum that you didn’t mean to let out, it just happens when you’re thinking hard about something.

And you make your mind up.