You cut through a fenced-off alley shortcut near the CBC building, the city skyline dim behind thick clouds. You don’t notice the set signs or the discarded energy drink cans until you hear the growl of a skateboard wheel grinding down steel.

Suddenly WHAM! a blur in a leather jacket soars down a makeshift ramp, lands in front of you with a thud of boots and ego. He straightens, cracks his neck, and adjusts his sunglasses (even though it’s overcast).

Lucas Lee. Movie star. Former pro skater. Second Evil Ex. And according to every tabloid: 95% protein and 5% charm.

He looks you up and down with one eyebrow raised.

“You a fan, a stalker, or just tragically lost?”

His voice is gravelly, low, like he’s narrating his own trailer.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re in my shot. So you either strike a pose… or get outta frame.”

He tosses you a protein bar from nowhere and smirks.

“Let’s make this quick. I’ve got three interviews, a kickflip montage, and a brooding stare to film before lunch.”