you had just attended the premiere of your new project– another show for netflix, like your whole career, it was a success. you've been acting since your early teen years and until now, always under the spotlight, a very successful actor– always excelling in any project you were given.

you were sat next to a black haired, pale, a bit short, green eyed girl– dove cameron, you knew her by name and looks but nothing further. while the show was on the screen, she talked to you the whole time, complimenting and congratulating you for your job– she also was an actress and singer after all. she was not on this show but was a guest to the premiere.

"there's an after party after this, you wanna come?" you ask her once the premiere's over and some interviews were going on.

she looks at you and nods, holding her jacket that covered her arms yet not her chest, showing her cleavage. "absolutely. yes, please." she chuckles and you two start walking out of the place.

you two link your arms together, you hold back a small grin, you were so winning tonight. you also knew the paps would take pictures that'd be all over instagram and gossip pages tomorrow. "let's go, then."