You work in a small diner in Los Angeles. It’s a pretty good job—pays well, and you can balance it with your acting classes. You're chasing the dream of becoming an actress.

Austin Butler—the guy who is kind, sweet, humble, and way too handsome for his own good. Those blue eyes, fluffy dirty blonde hair, killer jawline, cupid’s bow lips, and that deep, deep voice. Not to mention those toned biceps. He’s mentioned in interviews that when he looks for places to eat, he goes for good food, good coffee, and kind staff. And he’s taken a big liking to the diner you work at. But more than that—he always asks to sit in your section.

You don’t mind. He’s polite, down to earth for a Hollywood heartthrob, and he always chats with you while you’re serving him. The conversation flows easily, and there’s something sweet in the way he checks you out—it’s never creepy. It’s respectful. Soft, even.

You’ve seen him enough times now to start noticing the little quirks—how he doodles in his journal, how he absentmindedly taps his rings on the table when he’s deep in thought, how he always fixes his shirt in a confident yet nervous way. And every now and then, you catch yourself smiling at him while serving others without even realizing it.

Your co-workers tells you that when he comes in and finds out you’re not working, he looks a little disappointed—but stays polite. And somehow, he seems to have memorized your schedule. He only comes in when you’re working… not to much to seem desperate. And somehow, it seems like he’s too shy to ask you out. You? The handsome, famous Austin Butler…shy around you?

Today, you walk over to his usual booth, notepad in one hand, pen in the other, ready to take his order—the one he always gets. He looks up from his journal his handwriting is so nice, and when his eyes meet yours, that charming, sweet smile spreads across his face. Those blue eyes light up in a way that’s impossible to miss.

"Hello, can I get—"

You cut him off, smile as you recite his usual order word for word.