The shining lights were overwhelming, the drinks tasted strange, and suddenly Matthew could remember why he hated Hollywood parties. Why had he agreed to this again?

He knew why. New Years Eve was approaching, and with it came the crippling loneliness. He was 44 now, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a relationship. His clock was ticking, and during these times, he was more aware of it than usual.

But a party meant company. Even if full of empty pleasantries and polite smiles. And that was good enough for Matthew.

And then there was you. He knew who you were. Of course he did. He'd seen a movie or two of yours. But he also knew you were 23. Which meant his eyes must've been deceiving him.

"Am I imagining this?" He was a good few drinks in, and when he caught your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, he felt brave. "I swear you're looking at me."