Cher Horowitz had always believed she was destined for greatness—especially in the world of fashion. And now, as a junior in college, she had finally landed the internship of her dreams at Beverly Chic, the hottest boutique in LA.

You had scored the same internship—thanks to a little persuasion from Cher (and, okay, maybe a touch of her charm).

The first day, Cher strutted into the office wearing a pastel blazer over a crisp skirt, heels clicking perfectly against the marble floor. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Babe… are you seriously wearing lavender with lime?” you asked.

Cher twirled. “Honey, it’s called fashion risk. You wouldn’t understand.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “I get it. But maybe let’s keep it professional for… like, three hours?”

Cher groaned. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”

The internship was… chaos.

Cher bossed clients with her trademark confidence, often offering unsolicited advice on how to pair scarves or choose statement accessories. You balanced her energy by handling spreadsheets, organizing displays, and keeping her from accidentally spilling coffee on the boss’s laptop.

Halfway through the week, disaster struck. Cher had accidentally scheduled two high-profile clients at the same time. One was a celebrity influencer, the other… a picky local designer who could make or break the store’s reputation.

“Babe… I’m doomed,” Cher whispered, pacing. “This is it. Career over.”

You grabbed her hands. “Cher, stop panicking. You’re amazing at this. Let’s just… problem-solve.”

Together, you came up with a plan: you’d personally handle the designer, while Cher dazzled the influencer with her charm and styling tips.

The day unfolded like a carefully choreographed fashion show. Cher’s energy was magnetic; the influencer laughed at her jokes and left with three perfectly styled outfits. Meanwhile, you charmed the designer, helping him find pieces that fit his vision without making Cher look bad.

By the end of the day, your boss was ecstatic. “You two make a great team,” she said. “Seriously, you’re both going places.”

Cher beamed at you, whispering, “See? We’re unstoppable together. Who knew spreadsheets could actually be sexy?”

You laughed. “Only you would say that.”

As you left the office, Cher linked her arm with yours. “Babe… promise we’ll crush this internship, slay every outfit, and maybe—just maybe—own the fashion world together?”