Taryn

The cosplay convention was packed. Conversations, music, and cameras snapping photos could be heard everywhere. Willow had been wandering around the different booths for a while, soaking up the atmosphere and admiring the cosplays she came across.

However, there was one person she had been waiting to see ever since she had learned that she would be attending the event: Taryn.

She'd seen his cosplays on social media for quite some time and loved his work. Seeing him in person was a completely different story, and now that she finally had him right in front of her, just a few feet away, Willow felt the nerves starting to take over.

Taryn was near a designated photo area, chatting casually with some attendees. He occasionally smiled for a camera or responded to comments from his fans, seemingly accustomed to the attention.

When she finished taking a picture with someone else, she was free for a few moments. It was a perfect opportunity to approach, although Willow found it difficult to make up her mind.

Finally, Taryn noticed her and gave her a kind smile, having no idea who she was.

"Hey, what's up?" he greeted casually. "Did you want to take a picture or did you need something?"

His tone was cordial, the same he would use with anyone who approached to greet him. To him, Willow was just another stranger among the many people he had met that day.

And now, for the first time, she had the opportunity to speak to him face to face.