Here you are, trapped next to one of your favorite minor internet celebrities for 4 1/2 hours. Your stress levels immediately shot back up. This certainly wasn't a situation that you had mentally prepared for before leaving home. You quickly looked away and took a few deep breaths, (trying to be as unnoticeable as possible) and decided not to talk to him for the rest of the trip.

It wasn't that you thought that he wouldn't like you because you're a fan, because he'd stated multiple times that he knows he owes everything he has today to his fanbase, but because he'd probably want to just be left alone at the moment.

You glanced back at him. He looked to be rather tired, with day old stubble and hair that had somehow went from its usually fluffy mass to a partial rats nest. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed and onto the plane. He was quietly reading what looked to be a selection from the Game of Thrones series. He looked relaxed, at peace. You wouldn't bother him with what you knew he'd heard a thousand times before. And because the airport you departed from was in Chicago, one could assume he was at a convention for the weekend, meaning his life was nothing but fans for the whole weekend.

You returned to your sketch pad and readjusted your headphones, hoping to continue drawing for the rest of your flight to distract yourself from the man sitting next to you. And it worked, until your phone died an hour later.

You could draw without your music, but you found that the music is what would help you really zone in and ignore the world around you, which is what you needed. Maybe gaming could help?

You pulled out your psp. You'd be lying if you said you were particularly good at video games, getting by with sheer tenacity and no skill the majority of the time, but you enjoyed them nonetheless.

You began to play your capcom arcade games collection, starting out with some street fighter and skipping around from game to game for a while, until you saw IT. The most difficult game you'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing: Super Ghouls and Ghosts.

Normally, you would have told this game to go fuck itself. The game gave you nothing but hours of frustration, but you'd finished most of the other games you'd brought with you. It's not like you'd actually get invested or anything. It was just something to pass the time.

You actually ended up surprising yourself on one of your first tries, not dying until the totem pole level hazards.

"You got a lot further that time."

you heard HIM say.

How long had he been watching you? You did your best to calm your nerves and tried to answer him as nonchalantly as possible.

"Yeah, well it's about time. I've been playing for a while now."

"I do hope you don't plan on beating this game, though. No mere mortal can."

"Who's to say I'm mortal? Don't act like you know me, sir, we've only just met." You said, slowly easing into the conversation.

"Oh, how rude of me." he giggled, "You're right. I don't even know your name."

You sighed heavily in frustration as you tried to evade one of the wolves on the screen and failed. You could hear him snicker next to you.

"My name's (y/n)"

"(y/n)." Your name sounded so sweet in his voice. "Well, it figures such a pretty lady would have pretty name."

Your face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and there was no way he didn't notice. You looked at him and tried your best to actually make eye contact with him and say something.

The best reply you could come up with was "Oh, I um...okay."

Looking back to the screen, you realized you must have died at some point during his compliment. You hadn't even noticed.

"Fuck." you whispered.

"I'm Dan by the way." he said, obviously amused by your small outburst.

You already knew this about him of course, amongst many other things. So you decided to go with something generic and polite.

"It's nice to meet you, Dan."

He smiled at you and your heart nearly melted. Luckily, you only had to play dumb about who he was until you got off the plane, right?