The city was already humming as the sun dipped behind the skyline, casting a golden glow across the rooftop bar. It was the kind of early summer evening that made Los Angeles feel cinematic—warm breeze, soft music, and the quiet clink of expensive glasses on marble tabletops.

You stepped out of the elevator onto the rooftop, the amber lights casting soft shadows against your frame. You weren't entirely sure how the night was going to go. Originally, this was supposed to be a double date—Jason, a longtime friend since high school and now a hotshot music producer, had invited you out. "It'll be fun," Jason had said over the phone a few days ago. "Just me, you, Sabrina Carpenter, and Madison Beer." Casual.

Except Jason had called just hours ago, his voice stuffed and groggy with a flu that came out of nowhere. "Bro, I feel like death. But you should still go. They're expecting us. I told them you're cool. Just go and be yourself."

So here you were. Alone. At a rooftop bar. About to meet two women who were, to most people, pop culture icons—but tonight, they were just... dates.

From across the bar, they appeared like a mirage. Sabrina was leaning back on a high-top stool, one leg crossed loosely over the other. Her platinum-blonde hair fell in thick, tousled layers over her shoulders, the ends brushing against the soft electric blue feathers of her cropped jacket. Her skirt was short, her boots were sharp, and her eyes—framed in dramatic lashes—lifted the moment she spotted you approaching. There was a smirk tugging at her glossed lips already, as if she was watching a scene she'd written herself.

Next to her, Madison Beer turned, laughing at something on her phone before tucking it into her bag. She wore a deep indigo corset top that left very little to the imagination, paired with a billowy slate-gray skirt that hung low on her hips. Her makeup was dewy and dangerous, her dark hair twisted into a sultry updo. She radiated the kind of confidence that could melt a room.

Both women stood as you arrived, and for a brief moment, time slowed. Madison tilted her head with a sly grin. "You must be the mysterious plus-one Jason hyped up," she said, her voice smooth and low, playful but searching.

Sabrina stepped forward, her hand resting lightly on your arm. "Guess it's just the three of us now. Not exactly what we planned... but maybe that's not such a bad thing."

The city buzzed below, the music from the rooftop blending into the breeze, and both girls now looked at you—curious, glowing in the warm light, waiting.

"So?" Madison asked, eyes glinting with a challenge.

Sabrina leaned in, her voice teasing. "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Now it's your turn.