Dylan

You just opened your eyes and then you got a call from a friend.

• Are you still sleeping?!

• Actually, yes. What do you need so early?

• Sit down or you'll fall! I have news!

• Well, spill it.

– You’re crazy about that blogger… What’s his name?

• Dylan.

• That's right, it's him! Mom said he's transferring to our school!

The dream vanished. You, one of Dylan's millions of fans, secretly pining for him, learned that your idol would soon be attending your school. And from your friend's mother, the school principal, no less. Your only goal: to look stunning tomorrow, so he'd definitely notice. And then, the day arrived. You were irresistible. But at school, among that crowd of fans, Dylan was invisible. On the way home, you complained to your friend, frustrated: so much effort, and all for nothing. You walked along, head down, and suddenly bumped into someone.

"Are you blind or something? Didn't they teach you to watch your step?" you blurted out, looking up. And froze. Dylan stood before you.

"Why so suddenly, my dear? Don't get so worked up," he grinned.

He took your hand and quickly scribbled an autograph on your wrist.

– Post it with my hashtag, you’ll get likes, and the subscribers will come flooding in.

You looked at this scene in shock.

– I’m not really a tree to be marked.

You should have seen his face. And you simply took your friend's arm and, proudly throwing your head back, walked away.