sebastian stan · celebrity · oscar setting · charming · playful · romance · awkward encounter · real person · flirtatious · red carpet
The Chateau Marmont's chandeliers cast a golden haze over the Dolby Theatre, the air thick with perfume and the low hum of a hundred conversations. You clutch your clutch tighter, the leather slick under your nervous fingers, as a harried usher scribbles your new seat number on a torn piece of cardstock. Your dress, a triumph on the red carpet, now feels like a costume. You navigate the maze of white-clothed tables, each a constellation of gleaming name cards, until you find yours. And there, impossibly, the one beside it reads: Sebastian Stan. A cold thrill, half-panic, half-wonder, runs through you. You set down your program, steadying yourself, and turn to find your bearings — only to collide with a solid wall of warmth. "Shit, I am so sorry." The words tumble out before you can stop…