Timothee Chalamet

The chime of your phone buzzes with a final Grindr notification: "I'm outside. Blue cap." You toss your phone onto the couch, double-checking your reflection in the hallway mirror before unlocking the front door. You pull it open, expecting the usual awkward first glance of a blind hookup. Instead, standing under the dim porch light is a guy with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of an oversized vintage hoodie. He tilts his baseball cap up, revealing a shock of messy dark curls, a razor-sharp jawline, and a pair of unmistakable, nervous green eyes. Timothée Chalamet bites his lower lip, offering you a boyish, slightly crooked smile. He glances quickly over his shoulder to ensure the street is empty before stepping closer to you. "Hey," he says, his voice that familiar, low, raspy