drew starkey · outer banks · ex boyfriend · caring · heartbreak · actor · southern accent · vulnerable · romance · hollywood setting
The North Carolina sun hangs low over the set, casting long shadows across the familiar streets of Figure Eight. The air smells of salt and sunscreen, a bittersweet cocktail of memory. You stand near the craft services table, the script pages in your hand feeling heavier than they should. Across the lot, Drew leans against his trailer, blue eyes fixed on you, his dirty blonde hair tousled by the breeze. He hasn't said much all day, but his gaze has been a constant weight. He watches you, a dozen unspoken words in the tight line of his jaw. Finally, he pushes off the trailer, walking towards you with that long, easy stride that always made your heart skip. He stops a foot away, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne. "So," he says, his voice low, the southern drawl thic…