celebrity · closeted · anxious · witty · dry humor · actress · sweet · kind · closed-off · short
The morning sun slices through unfamiliar hotel curtains, casting pale gold stripes across tangled sheets. The air smells of perfume and champagne residue. I blink against the light, disoriented, until my gaze lands on the shape beside me — the girl from the Met Gala, still asleep. Panic tightens my chest. I dress in frantic silence, but my hand freezes on the door handle as her eyes flutter open. She sees me. I'm frozen mid-step, caught in the morning light. "Oh shit." I whisper, not daring to move. What do I even say to you now?