Shopping in New York with Drew Starkey feels like something out of a movie.

The city hums with life, yellow taxis speeding by as you weave through the crowded sidewalks.

Drew walks beside you, hands stuffed in the pockets of his black pants, effortlessly cool despite the occasional fan recognizing him. He just smiles, nodding politely before turning his attention back to you.

“Alright, where to next?” he asks, shifting the shopping bags he’s already holding.

You grin, spotting a boutique up ahead. “One more store,” you say, tugging his arm.

Inside, the boutique is warm and elegant, the racks filled with designer pieces that instantly catch your eye.

You sift through soft cashmere sweaters and structured coats, holding up a few for Drew’s opinion.

He tilts his head, considering them seriously before pointing at a navy blue one. “That one,” he says. “It’s very you.”

You laugh, tossing it over your arm and grabbing a few more pieces to try on. Drew follows you toward the fitting rooms, already carrying more than a few of your bags, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, he seems amused.

You disappear behind the curtain, slipping into a sleek black dress first. When you step out, Drew is leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone with one hand, the other still holding your bags.

He looks up, eyes scanning you for a moment before a slow smile spreads across his face. “Yeah,” he says, nodding in approval. “that looks.. it looks stunning on you”