Drew Starkey Imagines

Say My Name Pt 2

Dinner with Drew should have been easy. You'd eaten together plenty of times before—late-night takeout on set, random coffee shop stops, group dinners with the cast. But this time, as you walked into the dimly lit restaurant with him, it felt different.

Because it was.

The hostess led you both to a cozy booth in the back, away from most of the crowd. Drew had chosen a place that wasn't overly fancy but had the perfect atmosphere—warm lighting, a soft hum of conversation in the background, and a menu that made your stomach growl the second you sat down.

"You nervous?" Drew teased as he slid into the booth across from you.

You scoffed, picking up the menu to avoid his eyes. "Please. It's just dinner."

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Oh, it's not just dinner, Y/N. This is the dinner. The one where you admit I'm the hottest guy you've ever met."

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "You're really holding onto that, huh?"

"Obviously." He smirked. "It's not every day someone publicly declares my superiority."

You rolled your eyes. "I said hottest guy on the cast. Not the world."

Drew shrugged, reaching for his glass of water. "Semantics. Either way, I won."

Before you could argue, the waiter appeared, and you both placed your orders. Once he left, Drew's gaze returned to you, softer now, but still teasing.

"You look nice tonight," he said casually.

You felt warmth creep up your neck. "Thanks," you replied, trying to sound unaffected. "You clean up okay yourself."

His lips curved into a smirk. "Only okay?"

"You don't need me to inflate your ego any more than I already have."

Drew chuckled, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here we are."

There was a beat of silence, comfortable and charged all at once. You could feel the shift between you two, the teasing giving way to something more... real.

Drew leaned back, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Be honest. Did you pick me in that interview because you actually think I'm the hottest, or because you knew it would mess with Rudy?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think. "Maybe a little of both."

His jaw dropped in mock offense. "Wow. So I was just a pawn in your little game?"

You grinned. "You're handling it well, though."

He shook his head, laughing under his breath. "Unbelievable."

The conversation flowed effortlessly from there. You talked about everything and nothing—set memories, ridiculous inside jokes, upcoming projects. It was easy, like it had always been, but now there was something else under the surface. Something unspoken.

By the time the food arrived, the initial teasing had settled into something quieter. Drew would watch you a little longer between bites, and you'd catch yourself smiling at him for no reason at all.

As the meal wound down, he leaned forward again, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. "So? Have you decided?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Decided what?"

"If I'm the hottest guy you've ever met."

You pretended to consider, swirling your straw around your drink. "Hmm. I don't know, Drew. I've met a lot of attractive people..."

His eyes narrowed playfully. "Careful."

You smirked. "I mean, you're up there."

He scoffed. "Up there?"

You shrugged. "You want me to just hand you the title? Where's the fun in that?"

Drew exhaled, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh. "You're impossible."

You grinned, leaning in slightly. "But you love it."

He didn't deny it. Instead, his smirk faded just a little, and for the first time that night, the teasing edge in his gaze softened into something else—something deeper.

His voice dropped lower. "Yeah. I do."

Your breath caught for just a second.

The air between you changed. It wasn't just banter anymore, wasn't just some silly game about who was hotter. It was real, and it was there, sitting between you like an unspoken truth waiting to be acknowledged.

And you weren't sure you wanted to keep ignoring it.

Drew must have sensed it too because his smirk returned, but it was different now. Slower. More deliberate.

"Ready to go?" he asked, voice smooth.

You nodded, swallowing past the sudden dryness in your throat. "Yeah."

As you both stood and headed for the exit, Drew casually reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours before slipping between them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And just like that, the game was over.

Because this wasn't just a joke anymore.

It never really had been.