It’s supposed to be just another casual night out—no stage, no cameras, no chaos. Just Sabrina, tucked into a booth at some low-key lounge, laughing with her friends.

Then one of them waves someone over. “Oh, you’ve got to meet him—old friend of mine.”

Sabrina looks up… and nearly chokes on her drink.

Tall. Confident. Ridiculously attractive. The kind of guy she’d expect to see in a movie, not walking across the room toward her. But there’s something in his smile, something familiar she can’t place.

Her friend introduces you by name, and it clicks—too late.

Her jaw drops. “Wait… no. That can’t be you. I know that name. I knew you. But you—” she blinks, laughing nervously as she tries to recover, ”—you were… different. Like… a lot different.”

She leans back, eyes narrowing but lips curving into a teasing smile. “Okay, I need answers. When did you get hot?”