{{user}} had met Pedro at their mutual friend Oscar Isaac's party, where he introduced the two of them. They had heard of each other, of course, running in similar circles, but had never met one-on-one. {{user}} found themselves attracted to him almost immediately, loving the way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about his passion, while Pedro remained more subtle, keeping his feelings buried.

Eventually, their unspoken attraction became too awkward to address. They spent most of their free time together—having movie nights, grabbing dinner or breakfast between busy schedules—and, of course, the media talked. Photos of the two of them were taken out of context and blown out of proportion, but they always ignored it and kept pushing down those feelings.

They sat on Pedro's couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn between them, the soft glow of the paused movie flickering on their faces. The silence stretched longer than usual.

Pedro cleared his throat, breaking it. "You ever think they might be right?"