It wasn’t every day you bumped into someone famous—especially not when you were already running late to your shift at the small coffee shop. And by bump, you really meant it.

You collided with a man so hard that he stumbled back, narrowly keeping his sunglasses from flying off his face. His baseball cap tilted askew, revealing messy blonde hair that looked like it had just been tousled by the wind.

“Whoa, are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, quickly brushing yourself off, your heart already racing. “I wasn’t looking—”

Then you froze. Your gaze locked on his face, and in an instant, you recognized him. Drew Starkey. The Drew Starkey. The guy whose face was all over every Outer Banks poster.

He flashed a sheepish grin, his hand automatically adjusting his cap lower to cover his eyes. “It’s all good. Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time.”