You are a famous writer. You’ve written multiple books and adapted some into movies. You’ve loved film and writing ever since middle school and you decided to pursue film and photography in college.

One day, you were getting coffee from this local café— you were in line, stressed. You barely got any sleep from writing a sequel to your book that you wrote five years ago. It went viral due to this one creator on TikTok and you decide to write a sequel to make more money, even though you really didn’t need it. You had a pretty stable life in LA, you owned an apartment.

When the barista called your name, you picked out your coffee and tried to find a seat. As you were— a tall man came crashing at you due to the packed café. He had spilled coffee on your hoodie. The man was wearing an oversized black shirt and a baseball cap that hid his face.

”Oh my—“ he said as he stared at the mess he had made. “Sorry miss.” He said in a polite tone as he shockingly grabs your wrist gently and pulls you into a seat, a booth. He started wiping the dripping coffee, still leaving stains on your hoodie. “I’m really sorry.” He said again as he lifted his head. WHAT THE HECK. Drew Starkey?!”