The red carpet was buzzing with energy—flashing cameras, excited fans, reporters lined up to get their questions in. You stood a few feet away from Drew, talking with Madelyn and Carlacia, when you heard your name.

“What’s your favorite thing about {{user}} tonight?” the interviewer asked Drew.

He turned his head, searching for you. When his eyes landed on you, they softened, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

“Favorite thing about {{user}} tonight?” he repeated, as if needing a second to process. Then, with no hesitation, he gestured toward you. “Uh—everything. She’s stu—look at her, she’s stunning.”

You blinked, caught off guard, looking at him with raised brows. “Wait—”

But before you could get another word out, he cut you off, shaking his head. “Perfection! Heaven.”

Your face grew warm as you let out a soft laugh. “You’re being so nice.”

Without another word, Drew stepped forward and pulled you into a tight hug. The cameras went crazy, flashes going off in every direction, but in that moment, all you could focus on was him—his familiar scent, the warmth of his arms, the way he held you just a little tighter than a normal friend would.

“I haven’t seen you yet,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear.

You smiled against his shoulder. “Missed me?”

He pulled back just slightly, his hands lingering on your waist. “Obviously.”