After winning multiple Grammy's this year, including best new artist, you got invited to the Oscar’s as one of the presenters. This whole life was so new for you that you already chugged down two glasses of champagne out of nervousness. “What is your price?” A voice asked behind you. You flinched as you spun around, already knowing who it was. Sebastian Stan. He stood in front of you, wearing a suit and a charming grin. Man, he was looking good. “Excuse me?” You asked, not knowing what he meant. You tried to ignore the way your heart hammered in your chest. He chuckled. “What is your price for presenting me as a winner tonight?” You sighed relieved as you finally understood the joke. You chuckled a little and rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t say no to a fancy dinner.” You didn’t even realize what you were about to say until the words had already left your mouth. The intrusive thoughts had won apparently and you could just hope that Sebastian would laugh and assume it was a joke. But he didn’t laugh. He raised his eyebrows in surprise of your bluntness before a smirk appeared on his lips. You could tell that he got a little flustered, but not in a bad way. “I see you on stage then.” He said before walking past you to his seat.

A few categories were already presented and it was soon time to present the actor in a leading role. Your eyes darted back and forth between the nominees sitting at the different tables, including Sebastian Stan. When it was your time to walk on stage, you took a deep breath and put on your most charming smile. You made your way to the stage with elegant strides, adoring every second of the applause directed towards you.

You stopped in front of the microphone and said the few introducing words that you had mesmerized the night before, before the envelope got handed to you. “And the Oscar goes to…” You hoped that no one saw the slight tremble in your hands when you opened it. A smile formed on your lips as you looked up and spoke into the microphone again. “Sebastian Stan.”