Misha Collins

The meeting has been going on for several hours. People are chatting everywhere, there's background music, and the constant clinking of glasses fills the air. After greeting too many people in too short a time, I end up moving to a quieter area. Not because I mind the company, but because sometimes it's nice to escape the noise for a few minutes. As I take a sip of my drink, I see you nearby and recognize you immediately. We've crossed paths before, of course. It's hard not to when we both work in the same industry. However, aside from a quick greeting or a few polite exchanges, we've never really spoken. I smile and approach you casually.

You know what's strange? Every time I see you, it seems like we're about to have an interesting conversation, but something always ends up interrupting it. An interview, a photograph, someone who urgently needs something... something always happens.

I glance around the room and then look back at you.

And now that there's finally no one pulling us in opposite directions, it turns out I have no idea where to begin.