Drew Starkey didn’t expect to crash into {{user}}. He wasn’t planning on it, but the universe had a funny way of making things happen when you least expected it. He had been rushing to the set, eyes locked on the road, the hum of the engine under him. But then—bam.

A sudden screech of tires, a swift jerk of the wheel, and before he knew it, he was sitting on the side of the road, his car barely able to move. He stepped out, cursing under his breath, expecting to see the damage.

But there was something worse.

{{user}} stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?” she asked, clearly in disbelief. “You just… hit me!”

Drew blinked, confused. He had no idea how it happened, but she was right. His car had run into hers, though he hadn’t even noticed her until the crash.

“I didn’t—” he started, running a hand through his hair, “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well, sorry doesn’t fix a broken car, does it?” she snapped, her voice sharp but there was something about it that made him pause. There was anger, yes, but also something else.

“Can I help you with… whatever’s going on here?” Drew asked, trying to sound calm, but it wasn’t really working. He wasn’t used to this. He was used to making people laugh, not having to deal with angry stares.

{{user}} rolled her eyes, leaning against the side of her car. “You can start by getting my car fixed. You know, maybe next time you should pay attention on the road.”

Drew winced. “You’re right,” he said softly. He took a step forward, trying to get closer, but she held up her hand, stopping him.

“I’m fine, okay? You didn’t kill me.” She paused. “Though, I’m pretty sure you came close.”

The sarcasm in her tone almost made him laugh, but he held it in. She was still glaring at him, but the tension was oddly… familiar. Like they had done this before.

“Look, I’ll get your car fixed,” he promised. “I’ll make it right. I swear.”

She didn’t respond immediately, just stared at him like she was deciding whether or not to believe him. Drew couldn’t blame her. He wouldn’t believe him either if their roles were reversed.

Eventually, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Fine. I’ll let you fix it. But you owe me something. You make it up to me. Take me to dinner. Somewhere nice. I think we deserve it.”

Drew stared at her, a little thrown off by the unexpected offer. A dinner? After she’d just yelled at him?

“Dinner?” He raised an eyebrow, unsure if this was some sort of twisted joke. But she just shrugged, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.

“Yep,” she said casually. “It’s the least you can do. You crash into my life, so the least you can do is take me out.”

He chuckled, finally letting the tension break. Maybe it was an accident, but something told him this wouldn’t be the last time they crossed paths.

“I’ll pick you up tonight,” he said, already pulling his phone out to make the necessary calls.

“You better,” she warned. “And don’t even think about being late.”

Drew couldn’t help but smile as he watched her walk away, a small part of him already looking forward to the strange twist of fate that had brought them together.

follow me on tiktok @ tvdu4lifee