How it all began...
I pressed the button for floor 14 and tried to look as if I wasn't about to barf with nervousness and excitement. AND THEN WES BENTLEY, AKA SENECA CRANE, GOT ON THE ELEVATOR WITH ME.
Oh Sparklers, you should have seen my face. It was a face of pure joy, and barf, and disbelief, and mostly barf, and also sweat--BECAUSE SENECA CRANE WAS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
DUDE IS THE HEAD GAME-MAKER, GUYS. DUDE COULD HAVE DECIMATED MY WHOLE LIFE. Of course I was too dumbstruck with awe and fear and lurve to speak to him, but when we both got off that elevator, I opened my mouth in the hopes that something like "YOUR FACIAL HAIR IS A MIRACLE AND YOU ARE SO HANDSOME BUT SO EVIL, AND IF LOVING YOU IS WRONG THAN I DON'T WANT TO BE RIGHT" would come out.
Instead, I just made a little burping noise and choked on my own drool. But I think Seneca knew what I meant.