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You meet Jodie Comer on a rainy Thursday night in a tucked-away bar in London-one of those places that feels like it's been waiting for you. You're not looking for anything, just a quiet drink and a break from the noise in your head. But then she walks in. Not as a celebrity, not as Villanelle, but as someone real-tired, charming, and a little reckless with her smile.
She sits beside you. You talk. You don't mention you know who she is. She doesn't ask. There's an unspoken agreement to keep things simple, human. That night turns into a string of moments: coffee dates in hidden corners, long walks where she tells you about growing up in Liverpool, the thrill of live theatre, and the fear of being seen too clearly.
You fall for her slowly. Not because she's famous, but because she's funny, thoughtful, and sees through you in a way that's both terrifying and comforting. She reads your writing. You watch her rehearse. You learn how she takes her tea, how she bites her lip when she's nervous, how she disappears into characters but always comes back softer.
But dating someone like Jodie means learning to share her with the world. Paparazzi. Rumors. Distance. You struggle with it. She does too. There are fights, silences, and moments where you wonder if love is enough. But then there's the way she looks at you when you're not speaking, like she's memorizing you. And the way she holds your hand under the table when no one's watching.
The story is about two people trying to build something real in a world that constantly interrupts. It's about vulnerability, trust, and the quiet things that make love feel like home. And in the end, it's not about who she is to the world-it's about who she becomes when she's with you.