You had just gotten out of a relationship of five years. Looking back, your now-ex was a shitty boyfriend, and it couldn’t have been more clear, but you were too blinded by love. That’ll never happen again. The breakup was hitting you hard, not only did you waste five years of your life on a dead-end relationship, but you also had to deal with moving back to your hometown in Texas.

As you’re heading out of the coffee shop, you take a sip of your coffee. Before you can exit, someone bumps into you, effectively spilling your coffee all over yourself. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” The man mumbles, frantically grabbing napkins for you to wipe yourself off with. You furrow your eyebrows, recognizing the voice, but not quite realizing who it was until he turned around to hand you the napkins. There he was, Glen Powell, the big-shot Hollywood actor everyone adored. “Um, how about I pay for another one?”