Enchanted - Glen Powell x Y/N

Chapter Three - The Dinner

I stepped out of my car and laid my eyes on the glamorous building that stood before me. It was a gorgeous, but very expensive hotel where several of cast-mates - who don't live in LA - were staying at. Hence, it had been the perfect spot for our dinner. I slowly walked towards the entrance of the hotel, feeling uncharacteristically nervous to meet the cast for the first time. 

Love at First Fight is a classic rom-com, an enemies-to-lovers story. However, there was something about it that made me truly believe it would be a hit. Along with the talented cast, the story was so captivating that, while the outcome was predictable, the plot itself was quite the opposite.

I took a deep breath at the entrance and stepped through the revolving doors. I was greeted by a doorman with a polite nod, which I returned. I glanced at my watch. 6:55. We had planned to meet at the hotel's restaurant at 7:00, so I was a few minutes early. I took the time to walk around and admire the lobby. My heels made a loud, but somehow satisfying sound on the marble floors. As I examined a painting, I heard a voice behind me. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I turned around to identify the source of the voice, only to meet eyes with the one and only, Glen Powell. He was standing less than a foot away from me, clad in a black suit, white shirt, and no tie.

I felt my jaw slightly drop and found myself at a loss for words. I nodded, my mouth still slightly open.

"Oh!" he said, suddenly grinning, "You're Y/N Y/L/N."

"Y-yes," I managed.

"Pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Glen."

I took his hand and shook it. "Pleasure to meet you too." I smiled, finally gaining some composure. 

He admired the painting for a second longer before checking his watch and turning his attention back to me. 

"It's 7 p.m." he said, "Shall we go meet the others in the restaurant?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied, shaken out my trance, "Of course."

As we walked side-by-side towards to the restaurant, my heel suddenly caught on a table leg. I stumbled, about to fall, but I was caught by a hand around my waist. 

Glen laughed as I caught my balance. "You okay, Y/N?"

I simply looked at him, searching for words in his hazel eyes. He raised his eyebrows and I shook out of my stupor. 

"Um, yeah, yes, I'm okay, thank you," I stuttered. 

"Right," he said curtly, removing his hand from my waist. 

When we reached the restaurant the hostess greeted us and we told her we were meeting people. She led us to the table where the rest of the main cast had sat down. 

Upon seeing us, they all stood to introduce themselves. After meeting everyone, we Glen and I sat down next to each other. I had taken a particular liking to Meryl Streep, who was sitting across from me. She had always been one of my idols, but I never thought we would click so quickly. As we were in the middle of a conversation about The Devil Wears Prada, the bottle of hot sauce in Glen's hand slipped and sauce splattered onto my dress, just below my ribcage.

"Oh I'm sorry, Y/N," he apologized. "Let me get that for you."

He took his napkin and started dabbing at the stain. I opened my mouth to say something, but my words got caught in my throat. 

I took a breath and cleared my throat. "I, um, I got it," I said, taking the napkin from his hand.

As I took it, our hands touched and Glen must've noticed the ring on my finger.

"Oh," he said. "You're engaged?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling. "Two days ago."

"Wow," he said, smiling politely. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

He looked away from me and subtly moved his chair away. Was he into me? No. No way. He couldn't be. I was 12 years younger than him and engaged.

For the rest of the dinner, Glen and I didn't say a word to each other. Regardless, I was able to connect with other cast members. Zendaya was very nice to me and I had a good time talking to her. Because she's close friends with Timothée, the three of us talked quite a bit. Everyone else was also really friendly and I had a great time. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that Glen had been into me. And, worse, I couldn't shake the butterflies I got every time our arms brushed, or I looked over to see him laughing at a joke. It was just a crush though, mere infatuation. 

Now, as we were leaving the restaurant, Jennifer and I were walking side-by-side discussing the last romance novel we read. 

"And that plot twist at the end was incredible," she conversed. "I never would've seen it coming."

I nodded politely, tuning out her voice as I watched Glen laugh at a joke Sydney made. I couldn't ignore how his laugh was music to my ears nor the strange pang I felt in my chest. Was it jealousy?  No. There was no way. I had Caleb and he was perfect for me. He was the one for me. The only one. 

As Glen was speaking, he noticed me looking at him and looked back. We locked eyes and he stopped speaking mid-sentence. We held eye-contact until Sydney followed his gaze and her confused face looked back at me. I blushed and quickly turned back to Jennifer. As I pretended to be engrossed in our conversation, I could still feel Glen's gaze on me. We headed out the door, and as I pulled it open, his arm reached above my head to hold open the door. 

He smirked slightly when I turned around to look at him. "Ladies first."

I smiled back curtly and said my goodbyes to the cast. As I walked to my car, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the one and only, again. 

"Hey, Y/N," he said, friendlily. "Can I get your number? Just so we can stay in touch."

When I hesitated he added, "You know, as friends." 

"Yeah, yeah sure," I replied. "For the group chat, right?"

"Yeah, of course," he pronounced, taking out his phone. "For the group chat."

I typed my number into his phone and handed it back to him. 

"Bye, Glen."

"Bye, Y/N." He gave me a small wave and headed towards his car. 

I wrapped my coat tighter around my shoulders for defense against the nighttime chill. 

There was no group chat. There never will be. We both knew that.