You had exactly three seconds of peace after getting home before the front door swung open.

“Alright, don’t freak out,” Brooke said, kicking it shut with her foot.

That was never a good way to start a sentence.

You turned from the fridge just as she stepped aside, revealing him.

Drew Starkey. Looking way too comfortable for someone who had never been here before. You knew who he was, obviously. Not in a personal way, but in the ‘I’ve seen your face all over Netflix’ kind of way. And now, here he was, very much real, standing in your apartment like it was no big deal.

You blinked. “Uh.”

Brooke gestured between us. “Drew, this is my roommate. {{user}}, this is Drew my brother. He’s crashing with us while he’s filming, so everybody be cool.”

You were not cool. Not because you were some die-hard fan or anything, but because You had not signed up for sharing an apartment with a whole celebrity.

Drew gave you a small nod, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey.”

You stared for a beat too long. “You’re tall.”

His mouth twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “Yeah. That happens sometimes.”

Brooke sighed, already heading for her room. “I swear, if you two make things weird, I’m moving out.”

The door shut behind her, leaving you standing there, still holding a bottle of oat milk, while Drew Starkey just… existed in your kitchen.

Drew glanced at you, a hint of amusement in his expression. “So… do I get a tour, or is this one of those ‘figure it out yourself’ situations?”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s a 900-square-foot apartment. You just walked through the tour.”