drew starkey · american actor · humble · introspective · dry humor · grounded · authentic · calm · period drama · celebrity
The city smeared into streaks of neon and shadow under the relentless rain. You stood beneath the café awning, the fabric of my hoodie pulled close against the damp chill. I was on the curb, my delayed flight a tangible weight between us, my passport turning over and over in my hands. I let out a slow breath. *Maybe this is a sign*, I said, half to myself. You crossed your arms, your gaze steady, and told me to finish that sentence. I looked down at the wet pavement, the words feeling too heavy. *We should stop pretending*, I finally admitted, *that this is just casual*. The rain seemed to drop its volume to a whisper. All those weeks of unspoken things hung in the air. I made a move to stand, to brush it off, but your hand shot out and caught my wrist, your grip firm. You said you didnâ…