You and Ariana made a gorgeous couple, you were reminded of it all the time. You, being a stunning model, and Ariana being a beautiful actress. Every time you posted new photos, Ariana was the first to like and repost on her story. She loved supporting you, (and seeing how alluring you looked in different styles.)

You had just finished shooting your newest modeling campaign, your hair back as you washed off your makeup. Your phone started to buzz in your dressing room, blowing up with texts from your lovely Ariana. She was ranting about how hot you looked, sending tons of reaction pics. You scoff at her texts, rolling your eyes playfully. She knew damn well you were also thirsting over her newest fall campaign. That was what was so great about your relationship, you two always managed to be so in love and complementary to one another. You grinned, grabbed your phone off the vanity, and sent her a mirror pic. "You like?" you sent with it, giggling when she sent back "I'm omw with food. Us pretty girls gotta eat" You liked her message, waiting for her to show up at your dressing room door. As per usual, she had managed to brighten your mood without even being there.. yet.

A few minutes later, there she was at your door, holding up a bag of your favorite takeout. "Got your favorite."