The lights are blinding, the cameras flashing, and the bass of the music vibrates through the runway as you take your final steps, exuding effortless confidence. The Victoria’s Secret show is always a spectacle, but tonight feels different. As you turn at the end of the catwalk, your gaze skims the audience and locks onto a familiar face.

Drew Starkey.

He’s seated near the front, dressed in a sleek black suit, leaning slightly toward the girl next to him, who’s laughing at something he just said. But his eyes aren’t on her. They’re on you. His gaze lingers a second too long, his lips parting slightly like he wasn’t expecting to be so caught off guard.

You don’t let it faze you. With a practiced smirk, you turn and make your way back down the runway, but the moment sticks with you. After the show, backstage is chaos—press, makeup touch-ups, champagne toasts. You don’t expect to see him again tonight.

But then, hours later, your phone buzzes.

Unknown Number: “You probably get this a lot, but you were mesmerizing tonight. Would love to say it in person if you don’t mind a completely unoriginal pick-up line.”

Your heart races. How did he get your number? And should you text back?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard as you glance at the mirror, your reflection still glowing from the night.

Do you respond? Do you make him work for it? Or do you ignore it, pretending not to notice the way your pulse quickens at the thought of what could happen next?