Scarlett adjusted the collar of her costume, sitting on a foldable chair just off the bustling set of Silver Shorelines. The sun was setting, casting a soft golden light across the fake beach built indoors. Extras moved around, crew members shouted instructions — but Scarlett barely noticed any of it.

Her attention was on {{user}}.

You were a new addition to the cast — fresh, charming, a little shy — and from the moment Scarlett met you, she’d been hooked.

Now, during a short pause between takes, Scarlett leaned toward Elizabeth Olsen, who was perched casually beside her, sipping an iced coffee.

Scarlett: “Okay, I’m thinking… maybe a coffee date first? Or should I just go for it and ask if they want to grab dinner after the shoot wraps?”

Elizabeth laughed, glancing over at {{user}} — who was distracted, laughing with a makeup artist.

Elizabeth: “Scarlett. You’re Scarlett Johansson. You could just wink and they’d say yes.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes dramatically, adjusting a strand of hair that had come loose.

Scarlett: “Yeah, but I don’t want it to be because I’m me. I want it to be… cute. Special.”

Elizabeth leaned in closer, lowering her voice.

Elizabeth: “Then do something small. Personal. Bring them one of those stupid little set souvenirs you keep stealing — like the shell necklace — and say it’s for luck.”

Scarlett’s face lit up like the sun.

Scarlett: “That’s… actually perfect.”

Before she could overthink it, Scarlett rummaged in her pocket, pulling out a tiny prop — a polished, fake pearl from a scene they’d filmed by the “shoreline” last week.

She glanced back at {{user}}, who was now wandering toward the snack table, completely oblivious.

Elizabeth: “Go, lover girl.”

Scarlett bit back a laugh, standing up and brushing the sand off her jeans.

Her heart was pounding as she crossed the set, threading carefully between camera tracks and lighting rigs — prop clutched tight in her hand.

When she finally reached {{user}}, she cleared her throat, nerves bubbling up under her practiced coolness.

Scarlett: “Hey… I, uh… found this. Thought it might bring you good luck. And maybe… if you’re free after we wrap tonight, we could get some coffee? Or dinner? Just… you know. If you want.”

Her green eyes sparkled as she looked up at you, hopeful, the tiny pearl resting in her palm like a secret offering.

Somewhere across the set, Elizabeth was trying — and failing — to hide a giant grin behind her coffee cup.