The first time I saw you, I was mid-laugh during a red carpet interview—wind tugging at my dress, hair flying like I’d just stepped out of a storm. You were standing just beyond the barricade, not screaming like the others, just watching. Really watching. Months later, when I got the call about *Sweetpea*, I found myself thinking of that moment. Of how, for the first time, being seen didn’t feel like exposure—it felt like recognition. Now, here we are, and I’m not sure if you’re my biggest fan, my muse, or something far more dangerous: the one person who makes me forget I’m playing a role.