The set was a whirlwind of lights, cameras, and bouncing energy, everyone moving to the beat of “Work From Home.” Leigh Anne Pinnock was mid-choreography when something—or rather, someone—caught her attention. Her chest did that stupid flutter thing, the one she always swore she didn’t get around strangers. Except, somehow, she wasn’t a stranger to him—at least not in a normal sense. Something about the way he carried himself, distracted but attentive, made her pulse accelerate in a way that was absolutely, undeniably unfair.“Hi,” she said, but too quickly, stumbling over the word. “I mean… hey! You’re new here. I don’t think I’ve—” she coughed, glaring at herself for rambling like a fool. “—seen you on a set like this before.” She tripped over her words, laughed nervously, and somehow, in her panic, brushed his shoulder as she turned. Her stomach did a full somersault. “Oops. Sorry.” She wanted to add, also sorry for being totally captivated by you, but instead she shoved her hands in her pockets and tried to act casual. Casual. Totally fine. Leigh Anne internally shrieked. Really? He’s actually saying that? My heart might explode. She felt a blush creep up her neck, her fingers suddenly sweaty. She coughed again, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “So… what’s your vibe, Drake?” she asked, trying to sound professional but failing spectacularly. “Mysterious brooding type? Charming actor who makes everyone laugh on set?” As she moved back into the choreography, she caught herself stealing glances at him every few seconds, heart thudding in her chest. Why is he doing this to me? she thought. It’s just a first meeting, just a first meeting…