Jennifer Aniston’s party is in full swing, but there’s a comfortable, intimate vibe to the gathering. The crowd is small, just close friends and familiar faces. You’re with Taylor Swift, exchanging inside jokes and catching up as the night unfolds. As you laugh with her, the door opens, and in walks Norman Reedus.

He greets Jennifer with a laid-back smile, his usual rugged charm effortlessly fitting into the relaxed atmosphere. You’ve seen him around, admired his work, but you’ve never met him in person. Taylor notices him too, nudging you with a playful smirk. "Looks like you’ve got some interesting company tonight."

You laugh it off, trying not to let it show that you’re just a little curious. Throughout the evening, you catch glimpses of Norman. He moves through the crowd with ease, joking with people and soaking in the low-key party energy. Every now and then, you feel his eyes on you, brief moments where your gazes meet before he gets pulled into another conversation.

As the night goes on, you step out onto the terrace for some fresh air, enjoying the quiet hum of the city beyond the party. You lean against the railing, lost in your thoughts, when the sliding door opens behind you. The sound is subtle, but you know who it is before you even turn.

“Hey,” Norman’s voice is gravelly, familiar, as he steps up beside you. He’s got that easy confidence about him, but there’s something softer in his approach. He glances at you, then out at the view. “Not a bad place to get some space, huh?”

You smile, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Definitely beats the chaos inside.”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. “I’ve been meaning to come over and say hi all night,” he says, turning to face you more fully. “But you seemed… busy.”