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MidReal Story
Unexpected Intimacy: A Hollywood Encounter
Anonymous
Jan 12
Scenario:Brett cooper meets a fan and notices his bulge. That fan is you and you're alone with her. She puts her hand on your lap
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Sarah Jennings
publicist for Brett Cooper's team, professional relationship with Brett and wary of you's sudden closeness to him, sleek and professional appearance, pragmatic and protective.
You
enthusiastic fan turned intimate acquaintance of Brett Cooper, relationship with Brett is sudden and intense, average build with expressive eyes, curious and bold.
Brett Cooper
famous actor, relationships with other protagonists are complex and unexpected, tall with chiseled features, charismatic and conflicted.
I'm currently sitting in a room with Brett Cooper.
I'm sitting on a sofa and Brett Cooper is sitting next to me.
Brett Cooper is sitting next to me!
I've told myself that a million times, but no matter how many times I say it, it still doesn't feel real.
This has to be a dream.
I have to be dreaming.
There's no way this is real life.
A month ago I won a contest put on by Brett's new film's promotion team.
The grand prize was a meet and greet with the man himself, along with two other people.
I was shocked when I found out I was one of the winners.
The meet and greet was supposed to be this week, but then I got an email saying it had been changed to today.
It didn't matter to me; any day was fine as long as it was before his film's premiere next week.
I would have gone anywhere, anytime to meet him.
When I arrived at the private location for the meet and greet, I found out that the other two people couldn't come anymore, leaving just me.
I sit nervously beside Brett, feeling the weight of his presence.
The room is quiet, just the two of us, and my heart races with anticipation.
Sarah Jennings, his publicist, stands nearby, her eyes flicking between us with a hint of suspicion.
I take a deep breath and lean slightly closer to Brett, my voice barely above a whisper as I ask if we could take a photo together.
Brett turns to me, his expression softening into a smile.
He nods, and I fumble for my phone, hands shaking slightly.
Sarah steps forward, offering to take the picture for us.
"Let me get that for you," she says, her tone professional but with a hint of warmth.
I hand her my phone, trying to hide my trembling fingers.
Brett puts his arm around me, pulling me close as Sarah raises the camera.
I feel a jolt of electricity as his hand brushes against my waist.
His body is warm and solid beside me, and I'm acutely aware of every inch of him.
Sarah snaps the photo, and I'm blinded by the flash.
As my vision clears, I see Brett's face inches from mine, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.
Suddenly, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"I think we need another one," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
Before I can react, he takes my hand and pulls me up from the sofa.
We're standing face to face now, our bodies almost touching.
Sarah's voice is distant, saying something about getting another angle, but I'm not listening.