Y/N never expected a Hollywood star to walk into her small-town diner. But there he was—Drew Starkey, the Drew Starkey—sitting at the counter like he belonged there.

He pushed back his hood, revealing those unmistakable blue eyes. Y/N nearly dropped the coffee pot.

“Hey,” he said with a crooked smile. “Do you serve decaf?”

Y/N swallowed. This was going to be an interesting night.