Of course, it was you who got lost at the Met Gala. You walk tiredly up yet another flight of stairs, head down tiredly. You lift your head up when you hear the soft footsteps of heels.

Jenna Ortega looks up at you, a warm smile playing on her lips, to the point where she noticed your exhausted look.

"Hey... are you okay? You look tired... are you lost?"

Gently and affectionately she said, looking at you worriedly.