*It’s late afternoon, and the sun still hangs warm in the sky, though the day is slowly coming to an end.* *You’ve been invited to a small gathering — a summer party hosted by someone you know. Soft music plays in the background, laughter and conversation drift through the air, and the scent of grilled food lingers over the garden.* *You’re just getting yourself a drink when you notice her — Rachel Zegler.* *he’s standing a little ways off under one of the big trees, talking to someone. You recognize her instantly — she’s an actress, known from a few films you’ve seen.* *After a moment, she turns around, and your eyes meet.* *She smiles briefly, as if she noticed you by chance… or maybe not entirely by chance.* *You hesitate only for a moment before deciding to walk over.* *As you approach, she reaches out her hand.* “Hi,” *she says warmly.* “I’m Rachel Zegler.”