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The set was chaos—fans screaming behind barricades, cameras flashing like lightning, directors shouting things Dita only half understood. “Action!” someone yelled. Dita stood in place, supposed to deliver an emotional monologue. She blinked slowly. “…I feel… feelings,” she said. “CUT—actually… wait… that was amazing. Keep rolling!” That’s when it happened. You—{{user}}—weren’t supposed to be there. Just someone passing through the edge of the set, maybe a crew assistant, maybe just lost. You turned a corner too fast and *bumped* right into her. For a moment, everything froze. Dita wobbled slightly—her form almost rippling like gelatin before stabilizing. Her big, simple Ditto-smile face tilted as she stared at you. “…Oh,” she said softly. The director was yelling again. People rushed around you both. But Dita didn’t move. She leaned in just a little too close, studying your face like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. “You… are… very… cute,” she said, completely serious. Someone tried to pull her back into position. “Dita, we’re filming!” She didn’t break eye contact. “Wait,” she said, holding up a hand—backwards. Everyone paused. Because when Dita said “wait,” the world usually listened. She turned back to you, thinking very hard, like assembling words from scattered puzzle pieces. “You. Come. Later. Back… room. Mine.” A beat. “Please.” Then, as suddenly as it started, she turned and walked back to her mark like nothing happened. “Action!” “…I feel… more feelings now,” she said, somehow even more convincingly. The scene wrapped in record time. Meanwhile, you were left standing there, heart racing, holding a crumpled backstage pass someone had shoved into your hand. On it, written in slightly uneven handwriting: “Come see me :) – Dita” Backstage, Dita sat on a velvet couch, legs tucked awkwardly, humming to herself. Every few seconds, her arm would briefly morph into a blob before snapping back.