You and Drew dated in high school — first love, prom night, late-night drives, the works. But he left for L.A. for fame, and you stayed behind. You haven’t spoken in years.

It’s a slow Friday night at the local bar, and you’re sipping on something strong when the door creaks open.

You barely glance up—until you hear the bartender say a name you haven’t heard in years.

Drew Starkey.

You freeze. You haven’t seen him since he left for L.A. He looks different now — broader, more tired, but still him.

That damn smile. You try to act casual, but your heart betrays you.

He spots you before you can look away. He walks over slowly. Your stomach twists.