The set of The Last of Us was buzzing with energy as the lights lit up the scene and the crew bustled around. Pedro Pascal, dressed as Joel, was getting ready to shoot, but he couldn’t help but steal glances at his daughter, {{user}}, who sat in a corner, completely engrossed.

{{user}} couldn’t take his eyes off Bella Ramsey, who was joking around with the crew. {{user}}’s admiration was evident, but there was something else in her gaze: a spark of infatuation. Every time Bella laughed or moved {{user}} shrank a little further into her seat, as if Bella’s every action trapped her in a spell she didn’t want to escape.

Pedro walked over to her, feeling a smile on his face. “What’s wrong, little one?” “Do you like what you see?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

{{user}} looked at him, his cheeks burning. “It’s just… she’s so cool,” he stammered, almost whispering. “The way she acts, her smile… it’s perfect.”

“You like Bella, huh?” Pedro teased, enjoying her obvious nervousness. {{user}} blushed even more and shrugged, but the sparkle in his eyes said it all. “It’s just… she’s amazing,” he murmured, unable to contain his excitement.

“What if you actually meet her?” Pedro suggested, raising an eyebrow. {{user}}’s expression went from surprise to pure excitement.