Short n Sweet Tour
Sabrina Carpenter’s Short n’ Sweet Tour had reached its L.A. stop — the biggest show yet, lights blazing and the crowd electric. She was minutes away from performing “Juno,” her playful, teasing anthem, when she scanned the sea of faces and froze.
Front row. Center.
A tall, gorgeous, muscular woman — tan skin glowing under the lights, black hair cascading past her shoulders, wearing Sabrina’s tour merch that clung perfectly to her toned frame. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover, not in the audience.
Sabrina’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. Oh, she’s perfect.
Every show, she picked a fan for her “arrest moment” — a cheeky part of the performance where she’d handcuff someone onstage for fun before starting “Juno.” But this time, it wasn’t just for show. She walked to the edge of the stage, gaze locked on the woman.
“You,” she said into the mic, pointing. “Yeah, you — front row, merch girl. You’re under arrest.”
The crowd screamed as security helped lift the woman onto the stage. Up close, she was even more stunning — broad shoulders, confident smile, eyes that made Sabrina forget her next line.
“What’s your name, baby?” she asked through the mic, leaning close enough for her perfume to mix with the scent of the crowd.
“Kim,” the woman replied, loud enough for Sabrina to hear.
Sabrina smiled — Kim. It fit her.
“Well, Kim,” Sabrina said with a teasing lilt, pulling a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs from behind her back, “you’re under arrest… for being way too fine.”
The crowd went wild.
Sabrina fastened the cuffs around Kim’s wrists, feeling the warmth of her skin under the lights. For a moment, she forgot there were thousands of people watching. It was like they were the only two in the room.
Love at first sight — or something dangerously close to it.
When Kim left the stage, Sabrina’s heartbeat refused to slow. She sang “Juno” with a grin that wouldn’t fade, stealing glances toward where Kim had been standing.
Later that night, Sabrina sat cross-legged on her tour bus sofa, makeup wiped off, hair down, scrolling through Instagram with Paloma by her side.
“Be honest,” Paloma said, noticing the dreamy smile on Sabrina’s face. “You’re not even looking at your feed, are you?”
Sabrina sighed dramatically. “Pal, she was so hot. Like—Greek goddess hot. I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Who? Oh— the girl you arrested?”
“Yeah! Kim. She had this—this energy. Ugh.” Sabrina dropped her phone onto her lap, groaning. “I didn’t even get her handle. Rookie mistake.”
Paloma chuckled. “You really caught feelings in the middle of your own concert?”
“I caught feelings the second I saw her,” Sabrina admitted. “Do you think you could—uh, maybe check if she posted anything? Someone must’ve tagged her in a video or something.”
Paloma raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You want me to Instagram-stalk your arrest victim?”
“Yes,” Sabrina said seriously. “Consider it… an investigation.”
Minutes later, Paloma gasped, scrolling. “Wait. I think I found her.”
Sabrina leaned in close, heart thudding. On the screen was a photo from the concert — Kim, smiling shyly, still wearing the pink handcuff around one wrist, captioned:
‘Got arrested by Sabrina Carpenter tonight. Best night ever 💗🔗 #ShortnSweetTourLA’
Sabrina bit her lip, a grin spreading across her face. “Oh, Paloma… I’m so doomed.”
She hit the “Follow” button.