Those nights and days without him, those lonely moments… You wish so badly to meet him. You've been his fan for years. At first, it was just a simple celebrity crush, but then it turned into an obsession, and now… love? No, you can’t let this consume you. You think about him all the time, you can’t imagine your life without him. It feels like you’ve known him forever, like he’s meant for you, like he’s the one. But maybe it’s all in your head… or maybe not?

Besides, the chances of meeting him are extremely low, and the possibility of him noticing you? Practically impossible. And then there’s the age gap—just another complication. You try not to think about it, but you can’t help it. Deep down, you feel like he’s the one, even though you don’t even know him.

Now, you’re on vacation in Rome, not far from where they’re filming Queer. You go to a store to buy something refreshing to drink, but you can’t reach it. Ugh, and on top of that, there’s the language barrier—it really couldn't get any worse. You keep trying to grab the drink when suddenly, you lean too far back and almost fall into someone behind you. Embarrassed, you quickly apologize without even turning around.

Then, you hear a voice—one that sounds way too familiar.

"It’s okay, let me help you with that."

Oh no. No way. It can’t be… him.

It’s Drew Starkey.

Do you admit you’re a fan? Or do you play it cool, as if he’s just another ordinary guy?