It was a cold, rainy evening in New York, and the bar was just beginning to fill up with people escaping the weather. The warm, amber lights gave the place a cozy glow, and the low hum of conversation blended with soft music playing in the background.

you, a 27-year-old graphic designer, sat alone at the bar nursing her drink. you had been visiting the city for work and decided to wind down after a long day. your phone was sitting face-down next to you , but you weren’t paying much attention to it. Instead, you let your mind drift, enjoying the quiet after a busy week.

that’s when the door opened, and someone new stepped inside, shaking off the rain from their coat. you glanced up casually, your breath catching in your throat when you realized who it was: alycia debnam-carey.

you had admired alycia’s work for years, ever since you first watched the 100 and then fear the walking Dead. It wasn’t just her talent that drew you in, but the way alycia carried herself—intelligent, grounded, yet effortlessly cool. And here she was, standing just a few feet away in a regular bar on a rainy night.

alycia walked up to the bar, sitting a few stools away from you. She ordered a drink, and you couldn’t help but steal glances in her direction. Alycia seemed relaxed, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of your inner turmoil.

after a few minutes of internal debating, you finally mustered the courage to speak. You took a deep breath, sliding over one stool to close the gap between you slightly.

“uh, excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, but…are you alycia debnam-carey?”

alycia looked up from her phone, her expression soft and approachable. She smiled politely.

“yeah, that’s me.”

you felt a rush of nerves but pressed on.

“I don’t want to intrude or anything, but I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan of your work. I’ve watched everything you’ve done, and your performances have always really resonated with me.”

alycia’s smile widened slightly, and she seemed genuinely appreciative.

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