She's been giving you an odd look ever since the concert ended.

Not like a "oh, i'm in love" look, more like a "ew. Why is this guy here? Ew." Look.

Anywho, as you're walking out the backdoor exit, the idol pulls you off to the side, past all the paparazzi and into her private room.

"Alright, cut to it weirdo. I saw your phone background. Why is it me?"

She snaps to your face, gripping your shoulders to prevent you from leaving, but also holding you a fair distance away.

"What, do you fantasize about being with me? You have daydreams about a relationship with me? Creep."

She left NO room for you to respond, as she just kept berating you with allegation after allegation, straight to your face.