"What the hell are you wearing?" He had just found you, in all your glory, dressed head to toe in sparkles. You smirked, pulling his outfit from behind you. "We're going to see Beyonce, darling." His eyes widened and he stepped back. "No way in hell am I going to see Beyonce."

And that's how you ended up on a 2 hour long car ride with a, less than ecstatic, Simon Riley.