Finn Bennett. 1

The premiere was full of important people.

Actors.

Directors.

Producers.

And Finn was hiding behind a pillar.

Because he hated networking.

—You're a disaster.

One of his friends told him.

—I'm surviving.

—No, you're hiding.

Finn was about to answer when he heard your name.

On the other side of the room you were talking to a group of journalists.

And, as always, you seemed completely at ease.

-Did you know?

"His friend said suddenly."

-That?

—I'll give you one hundred dollars if you go talk to him.

Finn almost choked.

-That?

-Come on.

-No.

—Are you scared?

-No.

—Then do it.

—I'm not going to approach a famous actress just because you tell me to.

—You're scared.

—I'm not afraid.

—You're scared.

—I'm not afraid.

—Then go.

Finn hated him.

I hated him so much.

Because now he had to prove that he wasn't nervous.

-Good.

-Good?

-Good.

He got up.

He crossed the room.

And it went straight towards you.

His friend watched from afar, convinced that it would end badly.

Very badly.

What no one expected was that when Finn arrived…

You were the first to speak.

-Thank God.

Flicker.

-That?

—I need help.

-With what?

—I've been stuck in this conversation for twenty minutes.

Finn looked at the producer who was next to you.

The man kept talking without breathing.

—Ah.

-Exact.

For the first time that night, she smiled.

—I think I can help.

Five minutes later, both had escaped to the other side of the place.

Far from the journalists.

Far from the producers.

Far from everything.

-Thank you.

You said.

-You are welcome.

-What is your name?

—Finn.

—Well, Finn…

You smiled as you raised your glass.

—You just saved my life.

And somewhere in the room, his friend watched all of this, completely outraged.

Because the bet had paid off too well.