Drew Starkey

Drew wakes up in his apartment, his head banging. He slowly sits up, his eyes looking around the room, finally seeing the person beside him. My bare back shows as the sheet wraps around my waist. Drew remembers bits of the conversation we had last night—I was a fan. He can't recall much else apart from drinking with his friends and me drinking with mine. He never hooked up with fans, especially ones so much younger than him. He gazes at me while I sleep, unsure how to proceed.