A Week with Sebastian Stan

Venice.

Its 6 in the morning, you woke up excitingly!
"Today is the day!" you told yourself! You got ready, put on some makeup and and sunglasses to hide your face from the paparazzi.
Luckily, your mom and dad left so early, and you had the time to go out and hope there were no paparazzi's outside or your screwed.

You went through the elevator, and down the lobby, you decided to leave at the back exit of your apartment building.
It was a 30 minute drive going to the airport, you were out of words to express how excited and relieved you are.

After 30 minutes, you finally arrived in the airport and saw your private jet waiting for you. Ofcourse you needed to go through security and baggage check and all that.
But, as you were getting your bags checked, there were paparazzi's waiting outside, and a crowd full of girls, and you thought to yourself "why would there be girls waiting out there for me" as you assumed.

There was this guy you saw, in sunglasses, brunette hair, and a very manly beard, with a black shirt and pants. You didn't care though, surprisingly the paparazzis wasn't for you, but for him. All you thought about was hopping on your plane and fly to Boston.

As all your baggage was checked, you saw the "famous" guy go to the same direction as you, there was another private jet beside yours, but obviously that could've been his.

Growing up, you never cared about what was going on all over the media, you barely knew celebrities, because of how you were so done with it.
This guy wasn't very familiar to you, but you had no doubt why he was famous, he looked so charming but also so intimidating.

Anyways, you never mind about him, you just hopped on your plane, and waiting for it to fly! The flight will take 2 and a half hours to get to Venice, all you did was take a nap, and read a book.

You felt the plane landing on the ground, argh! the excitement, it overwhelmed you. It felt so nostalgic, given the fact that you haven't flew by yourself even if you were 24 years old.

You hopped out the plane, and the breeze of summer air just flowing around. The sun shining on your eyes, and the feeling of no regrets going through your mind.
You're glad that you took this trip.

As you checked out for baggage and security, you saw that guy again, the guy you saw in the airport 3 hours ago. You wondered if he was following you or were headed in the same place.
More paparazzis were parked up outside the airport, the exit your suppose to go through, so you assumed that it was for you.

"I'm dead" you told yourself, as what maybe your parents would find out.

You continued to walk out, and the guy was 3 feet away from you, looking like you and him walked out together.