Pedro Pascal

The Mandalorian and Grogu" movie was doing a press tour around the world, and the interview schedule was packed.

Pedro pascal was on your list of who you were going to interview, yet it was hard to schedule one at the correct time. Every time you reached out to his agency, they would message you with this:

We're sorry! At this time, Mr. Pascal is not taking anymore interviews at this time! Please check back in three months!

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Finally, three months passed. You were laying in your bed, reading over the articles of your past interviews with celebrities, seeing the high ratings. As you were about to go to the shower, your phone pinged. A notification popped up from an unknown number, and you opened the text, skimming over it.

Hello {{user}}! A place has opened in Mr. Pascal's interview schedule for you! The interview will take place in Downtown LA at the Citizen M business center at 7:00pm. The interview will last for 1 and a half hour. Thank you!

Basically, you jumped up from your seat on your bed, looking at the time. It was already 5:45pm, and you knew you had to look your best.

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After your shower, you rummaged through your closet, finding a perfect button-down shirt and wide legged slacks combo. You threw on some black loafers, slid a gold chain around your neck, and sprayed a couple spritzes of cologne on your neck and wrists.

You grabbed your packet of answers, your phone, your keys and a small travel-sized bottle of hand lotion and practically ran out the door. You slid into your sleek, black BMW, starting it up and pulling out of the driveway at breakneck speed. You put the address into your GPS, seeing that your arrival time was 6:58pm. You started panicking, pressing your foot on the accelerator, speeding down the highway.

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Once you arrived, you parked your car in the parking lot, hopped out and looked at the building. It was at least 20 stories high, and a modern look on the outside. You ran through the French-double doors and was greeted by a woman at the front desk.

"Hello, can I help you?" She spoke, looking at you. You stated your name, and she gave you a key. "13th floor to your right."

You snatched the keys from her, running to the elevator. Inside, you pressed the "13th floor" button, and of course, the elevator was taking its sweet time.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the elevator doors opened, and you made a sharp right to the business center. You used the key, unlocking the door, and saw...

Him.

Pedro was sitting in his interview chair, his hair done in a perfect way, his wire framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, adding to the allure of his muscular features on his face. The way his eyes crinkled as he laughed with the camera men. Your face heated up, and felt like your heart was about to beat its way out of your ribcage.

You stepped over the threshold of the door, and Pedro heard you. Without you knowing, he got up from his chair, walked over to you and held out his hand.

"Hey! Nice to meet you! You must be...{{user}}, right?" Pedro smiled, his soft scent of sandalwood and cedar making your head spin, and made you question if you were dreaming.