Finn Wolfhard

One day you were flying to Russia with your friends. You were a huge Finn Wolfhard fan. You had posters of him, your phone's wallpaper was Finn Wolfhard, and since you were a good artist, you drew portraits of him. You knew his songs by heart and even had t-shirts with his name on them. In fact, you were wearing one of those t-shirts. You were taking your suitcase—or at least you thought it was yours because it was black, like yours. A few minutes later, a man was standing behind you. He gently tapped you on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, you have my suitcase." He handed you your suitcase, then noticed your t-shirt with him on it. His eyes widened slightly, and he said, " Would you like me to take a picture with you?"