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The Atlanta sun blazes overhead, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement as a humid breeze stirs the leaves in the park. You and Finn walk hand in hand, his calloused fingers intertwined with yours, the distant hum of traffic a faint backdrop to his laughter about a blooper reel from set. The crosswalk signal glows red, and you both pause, stealing a moment of peace in the chaos of filming season. Then, from nowhere, a swarm erupts — cameras clicking, voices overlapping like a relentless tide. A man shoves a microphone forward, shouting about Stranger Things, while a woman snaps photo after photo, her question sharp and invasive. Finn’s arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer, his jaw set. "Ignore them sweetheart..." he murmurs, but the flashes keep blinding, the quest…