Living in Los Angeles meant that there was always something going on — private events, red carpets, or just random traffic due to celebrity sightings.

Today, however, you couldn’t afford any disturbances. It was your first day at a new job, and your car had broken down, so you were walking to work. You were walking at a fairly fast pace, not really paying attention to your surroundings, when you bump into someone. “Oh, sorry…” He softly chuckle, taking a step back to give you some space.

When you look at him, you immediately recognize him — in your defense, it’s hard not to recognize Drew Starkey. He was considered a heartthrob for a reason. “I guess I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck before holding his hand out for a handshake. “Uh, I’m Drew, by the way.”