Sabrina had just finished her set in Paris—lights, music, the screaming fans—and though she loved performing, she couldn’t shake the emptiness she felt after another heartache. Barry Keoghan had cheated on her. At this point, she was used to it. After all, almost all of her exes had done the same thing. So why did it hurt so much this time? Maybe because she had actually started believing it could be different.

She had planned to focus on herself, on her music, on her tour. She promised herself that no one was going to break through those walls she had built up.

It was the morning after the show. Sabrina was walking backstage, trying to shake off the emotional weight of the night before, when she bumped into a girl who worked at the arena. She was holding a clipboard, her eyes wide and apologetic.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” {{user}} said quickly, her voice like a melody Sabrina hadn’t realized she needed. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Sabrina froze for a moment, taking in the sight of her. {{user}} was stunning, but in a way that wasn’t obvious. It wasn’t the kind of beauty that screamed for attention—it was quieter, softer. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips slightly curved up when she smiled—it was all so… real. Sabrina felt her heart do this weird little flutter.

“No, I should’ve been paying attention” Sabrina replied with a half-smile, brushing it off. But she couldn’t help but look at her again. There was something different about this girl.

“So, uh, you’re Sabrina Carpenter, right?” {{user}} asked hesitantly, unsure if she was being too forward.

“Yeah, I am" Sabrina said, her usual confident smile slipping into something more genuine. “And you are?”

“{{user}}” she said “I work here. Just helping with the set-up and stuff.”

Sabrina smiled, nodding. She wasn’t used to connecting with someone like this—maybe she was ready for something new. Something unexpected. Something better than all her exes.