The green room was its usual cozy chaos—pillows scattered across the couches, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air, and everyone talking over each other like they hadn't just spent the last six hours together on set. Chase was scrolling through his phone in one corner, while Madison and Carlacia huddled over a box of cupcakes someone had mysteriously left on the counter.

Drew sat alone on the couch, staring at his phone like it had just delivered life-altering news. Which, in a way, it had.

Jonathan Daviss noticed his unusually quiet demeanor and plopped down beside him, his curiosity immediately peaked. "Yo, Starkey. You good? You've got that weird, 'I-just-saw-a-ghost' look."

Drew glanced up, his lips twitching into a half-smile. "Depends on your definition of good."

Madison's head snapped up from the cupcake box. "Ooh, what's the tea?" she demanded, wiping frosting off her finger as she made her way over. "Is it juicy?"

"It's not tea," Drew muttered, though his tone suggested otherwise. He hesitated for a second before finally saying, "You guys know Desiree Hinton, right?"

Carlacia let out a dramatic gasp. "As in the President of the United States' daughter Desiree Hinton? The girl who's basically the face of every charity in the country? That Desiree Hinton?"

Drew nodded, leaning back against the couch as if that would somehow make him less of a target. "Yeah, her."

Jonathan squinted at him, his expression suspicious. "What about her?"

Drew sighed, knowing there was no getting out of it now. "She mentioned me in an interview."

The room erupted into chaos.

"WHAT?!" Madison shrieked, nearly tripping over the coffee table in her excitement.

"No way," Carlacia gasped, eyes wide. "What did she say? Did she confess her undying love?"

"Calm down," Drew said, though he was laughing now. He pulled up the article on his phone and handed it to Jonathan, who immediately started reading it aloud in an exaggerated voice:

"Honestly, I think he's just charming but I've also read that he spends a lot of his time volunteering and I genuinely admire that."

Madison screamed. Carlacia grabbed the pillow she'd been holding and buried her face in it. Chase, who had been listening quietly from the other side of the room, finally spoke up.

"Well," he said, smirking, "you've officially peaked, man. The President's daughter is fangirling over you. What's next? A private invite to the White House?"

"Don't give him ideas!" Madelyn shot back, her voice an octave higher than usual. She turned to Drew, practically vibrating with excitement. "Okay, so what's the plan? Are you gonna DM her? Post something? We have to capitalize on this."

"Or," Carlacia interrupted, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "you could just play it cool and let her come to you."

Drew groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You guys are acting like she proposed to me or something. It was just an interview. She probably doesn't even remember saying it."

"Are you kidding?" Madison said, smacking his arm. "She's Desiree Hinton. The whole country hangs on her every word. If she says she's a fan, she means it. Now, stop being so humble and figure out your next move!"

Jonathan leaned back, crossing his arms with a grin. "You know, if this turns into some kind of forbidden romance story, I call being the best man at your wedding."

Drew rolled his eyes, but the pink tint in his cheeks gave him away. "You guys are ridiculous."

But as the conversation shifted and they were called back to set, Drew couldn't stop thinking about it. Desiree Hinton—the President's daughter, of all people—had called him charming.

He wasn't sure what to do with that information yet, but one thing was certain: his life had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

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