Tonight was supposed to be a chill Friday. Just staying in your apartment, binge-watching your favorite shows and doing absolutely nothing special.

You had already showered and were about to change into your pajamas when you grabbed your phone and scrolled through Instagram on the way to your closet.

Then suddenly, a post from YSL Beauty popped up on your feed. Your thumb froze as your eyes scanned the screen.

“You’re invited to the YSL Beauty Drive Thru.”

There was more information underneath, but the last line caught your attention the most.

“No reservation needed (as space permits).”

You paused for a moment, thinking. The event was in Indio, California—not too far from LA. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you made up your mind. You were going.

Since you had already showered, you ditched the pajamas and slipped into a black dress instead. The fabric hugged your figure just right, making the last-minute decision feel even more exciting.

Not long after, you were in your car, driving toward the location listed in the post. The ride passed quickly, and soon you arrived at the address.

It was already crowded, which made you worry for a second that you wouldn’t get in. Luckily, the line wasn’t too long, and the workers waved you inside without any trouble.

You started by exploring the Drive Thru, which looked like a classic American diner turned into an immersive beauty experience. Staff members handed you small goodies along the way, and before you knew it, your bag was full of products.

After some time, your stomach began to growl, and you headed toward the nearby food truck. You ordered a burger and fries, then waited while glancing around.

Some people looked just like you, excited and wanting to have a good time, but you also spotted a few celebrities who had worked with YSL before.

Soon, your food was ready. You paid and found a small bench near the food truck to sit down and eat.

You had just taken a bite when a voice spoke up beside you.

“Is the burger good?”

You turned your head—and froze slightly. The guy sitting next to you wasn’t just anyone.

It was Drew Starkey.

You had seen him in a few movies before, so you knew exactly who he was. Still, you didn’t want to make things awkward, so you acted casual and answered simply.

“Mhm, it’s pretty good.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a small smile. “I was thinking about getting it too, but I wanted to make sure it was actually edible first.”

His smile made your stomach flutter, and without thinking, you smiled back. He was dressed all in black—simple pants, a jacket, and matching shoes. His hair was buzzed short, with light stubble along his jaw. You realized you had drifted into your thoughts when he spoke again.

“So… are you here as a YSL partner, or were you just curious?”