You still can’t believe today actually happened. You’re replaying it for what feels like the hundredth time as you curl deeper into the couch, blanket wrapped around you while the TV plays in the background. It’s insane, honestly. Who just casually runs into Drew Starkey on a day when they weren’t even planning to leave the house for long? Apparently you.

It started so normally. You were out, minding your own business. And then you turned, and standing there was Drew Starkey himself. Taller than you imagined, kinder than you expected, and smiling in that soft way that felt unfairly charming. He was close enough for you to realize that he was even more magnetic in real life than any screen could ever show.

And somehow, instead of freezing or babbling, you actually managed to talk to him, to have a real conversation.

At one point, Drew tilted his head and gave you this curious little look. “Don’t you want to take a picture? Most fans do.”

You wanted to sink through the ground. “I forgot my phone,” you admitted, and it sounded even worse out loud.

He chuckled and gave an amused smile. “Then I’ll take one on mine,” he said. “I can send it to you on Instagram.”

You were not prepared for that level of kindness. Or casualness. He held his phone up, you posed beside him—trying to look composed even though your heart was basically sprinting—and he snapped the picture.

When you told him your Instagram, he typed it into his notes with this focused look, repeating the username back to you to make sure he got it right. “I’ll send it when I get home,” he promised.

You didn’t actually expect him to. Not because he seemed insincere—he wasn’t—but because you figured life couldn’t possibly be that generous.

Hours later, now warm and half-asleep under your blanket, your phone buzzes. One single notification.

Then your phone buzzes.

You look over lazily. One notification sits on the screen.

Instagram. @drewstarkey sent a photo.

Your entire body goes still.

Before you even touch the screen, another line appears right under it:

‘like i promised, it was lovely meeting you’

The air leaves your lungs in a stunned breath. He remembered. He kept his word. He thought of you when he got home—enough to actually send the picture.