Finn Wolfhard

The interview had been going on for a while when they announced the special guest. Finn was sitting on the sofa, staring at the floor, playing with the sleeves of his sweater… until he saw you walk in.

His eyes widened slightly. His whole face lit up for a second, but then he looked down, nervous. He settled back in his seat, running a hand through his messy hair, trying to look calm. When you sat down next to him because there were no more seats, Finn remained completely still. His knee almost touched yours. He swallowed slowly and glanced at you sideways, just for a second, before looking straight ahead again. The tips of his ears were a little red. “…H-hey,” he murmured very softly, almost inaudibly. His voice was a little shaky. “No… I didn’t know you were coming.” He bit his lower lip and gave a small, shy smile, as if he didn’t know what else to say.