You had just gotten out of a relationship — three years down the drain in an instant. So naturally, your friends planned a girls trip to Australia as quick as possible. All your friends had gotten their room keys, so they found their rooms while you waited in the hotel lobby. It was a nice hotel, probably one of the best in Sydney, but that didn’t make the wait go by any faster. After a few more minutes, you finally get the key to your room — room 172 on the second floor. All your friends had rooms on the first floor, so you were a little suspicious, but a room’s a room — unless it’s already occupied.

You find your room and put the key in, opening the door. You heard the tv in the background, which was odd, but you figured the last guest just forgot to turn it off before they checked out. Then you hear a guy, a familiar voice, although you can’t place it.

He questions and gets up, and you’re met with the sight of Evan, looking extremely confused, and rightfully so. Evan was a pretty popular actor, so you assumed he was probably filming something in Sydney, but that didn’t matter right now. Currently, your main concerns were the fact that your room was taken, and that it was taken by a movie star nonetheless, who probably thinks you’re a stalker fangirl.