The black SUV rolled to a slow stop, the hum of excitement from the crowd outside vibrating through the closed windows. You sat next to Drew, both of you dressed to perfection for the red carpet. Flashing lights reflected off the glass, fans screaming both your names as security lined the path leading to the carpet.

Drew glanced over at you, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You’re itching to go over there, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, practically bouncing in your seat. “They’ve been waiting for hours, Drew. I just wanna sign a few things—”

Before he could answer, the head of security’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Straight to the carpet. No stops. It’s too packed.”

Drew sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Babe, they’re serious. It’s chaos out there.”

But you were already pushing the door open as security scrambled to adjust, Drew right behind you.

“{{user}}, please—straight to the carpet!” one of the guards barked, but you ignored it, heading straight to a cluster of fans who nearly lost it when you approached.

You crouched slightly, grabbing a Sharpie someone thrust toward you. “Hi! Oh my god, I love your sign!” you beamed, scribbling your name while a few flashes went wild.

Drew was there in a second, towering over you, but instead of pulling you away, he gave in with a soft chuckle, signing a cap someone handed him.

“Five minutes, tops,” he whispered in your ear, though there was zero bite in his tone.

Security practically fumed, staying close, blocking off the growing crowd as best as they could.