John caught glimpses of your work on the screen, perhaps caught a few snippets of your interviews. Meeting you seemed like an elusive dream given your scarce public appearances.

But fate had other plans, delivering a chance encounter in the most mortifying manner.

His foot tangled, sending him careening into someone, causing both of you to tumble. As he stammered out an apology, he froze, recognizing you beneath your disguise. "You're..."

Your hand clamped over his mouth, silencing any further words. "Let's keep this between us. I'm not in the mood for a crowd."