Joe Keery

The red carpet was alive: flashes exploding everywhere, people shouting names, dresses billowing like waves of glamour. The star walked with confidence, though inside she felt that gentle vertigo that only appears on important nights.
It was just as he stopped for another round of photos.
Turning her face slightly, she saw him.
Joe Keery walked a few meters ahead, wearing that suit that looked effortlessly made, smiling at the photographers. And then, without warning, he looked up.
Their eyes met.
It wasn't just any crossing. It was a pause. Joe took a fraction of a second longer than usual to look away… and then he looked back at her. She felt her heart race, as if the world around them were in slow motion.
He smiled. Not a public smile, but a small, almost private one.
She smiled back, nervous but confident.
Later, as the red carpet began to empty, they met near the end, away from the loudest noise. Joe approached cautiously, as if he didn't want to break something fragile.
"Okay... this is a little impulsive," she said, pointing at the rug, "but I feel like if I don't do it now, I'm going to regret it."
She raised an eyebrow, amused.
—Oh, really?
"Yes," he admitted, smiling. "We looked at each other as if we already knew each other. And that doesn't happen to me often."
There was a short, comfortable silence. The kind that doesn't make you uncomfortable, it just confirms.
Joe took a deep breath and pulled out his phone.
—Can I ask for your number? I promise not to lose it among my famous contacts.
She laughed, picking up her cell phone.
—Only if you promise to write first.
—Deal.
He smiles at her and waves goodbye, leaving happily.

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