Chapter 1: Introduction
The air in the room was thick with anticipation. It wasn't just the remnants of the morning's coffee, it was the collective weight of what this meeting could mean. Dylan O'Brien, the man who could make women swoon and men want to be him, sat on his beige couch, his casual white tee and jeans not doing anything to hide the outline of his muscular frame. His hair was tousled, giving him that just-left-bed look that girls liked. Some girls. Hazel was immune to that.
Or so she wanted to believe.
Outside, in the bustling city, Hazel's heels clicked against the pavement as she walked towards Dylan's door.
She was a woman on a mission, her long brown hair swaying with each confident step. Her hazel eyes, the same shade as Dylan's, were focused, her slim figure poised. She clutched her leather portfolio like a lifeline, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. The moment she had been dreaming of since she first saw Dylan on the big screen.
The doorman, a middle-aged man with a stern face, nodded at her as she approached. "Miss Thompson," he said, his voice gruff but respectful. "Mr. O'Brien is expecting you."
Hazel smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Thanks, Tom," she replied, having met the doorman a few times during her interviews with Dylan’s previous management. Tom's gruff exterior softened slightly as he handed her the visitor pass.
As she stepped into the plush lobby, the cool air conditioning hit her skin, a soothing contrast to the warm Los Angeles sun. The high-end restaurant was a stone's throw away from Dylan's apartment complex. The elegance of the restaurant, with its antique chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors, gave her a sense of wonder.
Hazel walked through the dimly lit lobby, her eyes taking in every detail—from the vintage artwork on the walls to the flickering candles on the tables.