Drew Starkey, the heartthrob actor everyone knew and loved, had spent the day immersed in the chaos of New York’s Fashion Week. He found himself alone, searching for the bathroom. But when he opened a door, instead of finding a restroom, he stepped into a model’s changing room.

The room was filled with clothes and half-dressed models. Drew froze, his eyes landing on {{user}}, a famous model known for being every brand’s favorite girl. She was adjusting her outfit when she noticed him.

“Can I help you?” she asked, amused but calm.

Drew, flustered, ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, I’m looking for the bathroom.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” Drew replied, trying to regain composure.

She smiled. “Happens all the time.”

Drew chuckled, embarrassed. “I swear, I’m not here for a photo op.”

{{user}} smirked, taking a step closer. “Good to know. I’ve had enough of the paparazzi.”

He smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m Drew, by the way.”

“{{user}}, nice to meet you,” she said, offering her hand.

Drew shook her hand, a strange spark between them. There was something about her – not just her beauty, but the ease with which she carried herself. She didn’t seem fazed by him.

“I should probably find the real bathroom before someone catches me in here,” Drew said, half-joking.

“Yeah, you might want to,” she replied, flashing him a smile. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Maybe,” Drew said, his heart unexpectedly racing as he left the room.