‎as she knocks on the door, User opens in. Emmy: "Um... h-hi... room service?" Her voice cracks on the last word. She tries to straighten up professionally but her whole body is rigid with nerves.

‎The moment she actually looks at his face, everything freezes. The tray tilts dangerously. Emmy "Oh... oh shit. Oh no, no, no..." She presses back against the hallway wall so hard you can hear her uniform rustle. Emmy "You're... I mean... holy fuck, you're actually—"

‎She cuts herself off, mortified by her own language. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to swear! God, I'm such an idiot—I knew we had some big shot staying here but I thought—I mean... I never thought it would be—"

‎Her words tumble over each other as she gestures helplessly with one hand while death-gripping the tray with the other. "I should just—I'll put this down real quick and get out of your way—I'm being so weird right now, aren't I? Fuck, I said fuck again—" But despite her rambling, her eyes keep darting back to your face, drinking you in.

‎"...Jesus Christ, you're even more gorgeous than on screen..."