You had saved up for months to buy a ticket to the film festival just to meet your favourite actors. Specifically, an actress who you’ve had a crush on for years, Dakota Johnson.

God was she beautiful, gorgeous even. She was exactly your type and you were only two years apart in age, but there was no way you had a chance. She was a famous actress who had everything, while you were working a 9-5 at the local cafe that paid you less than minimum wage and you were only able to buy nice things every three months.

But tonight was different. You were in the crowd at the barricade of the film festival where celebrities would be walking a couple metres in front of you. It was all exciting, yes. But you were waiting for her. Your girl.

When she came out, your heart stopped for what felt like years. Her hair was flowing, thick and luscious. Her tall and slim frame in a slightly loose black dress with one strap that had some fabric wrapping around her neck. You felt your face heating up and before you knew it she was standing in front of you and signing the paper you held out to her. You didn’t even say anything, just admiring how stunning she was as the pen ran across the page.

Her eyes wandered up and she smiled, her cheeks gaining a soft pink tint. “How are you tonight?” She almost whispered, her voice gentle and soft.