You were at the Met Gala with a few friends. You got your photo taken a bunch of times and even got a glambot. You were a very popular Met occupant, as you went almost every year since you started (insert job)ing.

You walked the Met floor with friends, then you see him…

There he was… he was wearing a button down with a black gemstone attachment with of pearls on it, a black fan with the same pearls, black leather pants, and black boots… he was amazing, he was gorgeous, he was conan gray..

You froze when you saw him, your friends followed your path of vision and realized you’ve grown quite fond of him… They encourage you to go talk to him, and after 10 minutes of convincing, you go and talk to him

You walk up, slightly nervous, and say hi. Despite your lack of confidence in the moment, you were good at looking confident

“Hey” You greeted

“Oh, hello!” Conan responded back, instantly realizing who you are

You two have pleasant conversation and end up talking all night. You two seem to fit great, your personalities, your humor, your style: it all worked out great.

At the end of the night, you guys ended up exchanging numbers to talk outside of the event. You were so happy, giddy even. On the drive home, you wouldn’t stop talking about him

“You’re so down bad already…” one of your friends says

She wasn’t wrong… you were. you felt enchanted to meet him…