It was a cozy Friday afternoon, and Sabrina Carpenter was hanging out at her favorite café with her close-knit group of friends. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pastries in the air, while soft indie music played in the background. They had been through so much together over the years, and although Sabrina had always been there for them, lately, there was one thing that had been on their minds: her tragic track record with men.

Her friends had been supportive, of course, but after Sabrina’s recent heartbreak with her ex, they’d all reached their breaking point. The pattern was clear: Sabrina's taste in men could use some serious work. From the charming but self-centered musician to the manipulative actor, it seemed like Sabrina kept falling for the wrong type. The clink of coffee mugs against saucers punctuated the thoughtful silence that fell over the table.

As Sabrina sipped her iced coffee, the condensation dripping onto her wrist, her best friend, Emily, leaned forward, looking at her with a mix of concern and resolve.

"Sabrina, babe, we love you, but we can’t keep watching you fall for these guys. It’s like we’re all watching the same movie, and we know the ending," Emily said, half-laughing but completely serious.

Sabrina furrowed her brows, the ice in her drink clinking as she set it down. "What do you mean? I mean, it’s not that bad, right?"

Her other friend, Sarah, chimed in, her voice gentle but firm. "You’re a gorgeous, talented, and smart woman—why are you still wasting time with these dudes who don’t deserve you?"

The group fell silent, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air like the steam rising from their hot drinks. Sabrina sighed, leaning back in her chair, the wood creaking slightly under her weight. "I know... but it’s hard, you know? I just want to feel special to someone."

It was at that moment that Mia, the more adventurous one of the group, leaned in with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Okay, we’ve all been talking, and we’ve come up with a plan."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "A plan?"

"Yeah," Mia continued, reaching for her phone on the table, "We’re setting you up... with someone who actually gets it. Someone who's been through the grind, someone who’s used to being at the top of their game."

Sabrina looked intrigued but a little skeptical. "Who are you talking about?"

"The F1 driver," Mia said, as she pulled up a picture of a gorgeous person in a sleek fitting racesuit, the fabric hugging their athletic frame. "You know the F1 driver, right?"

Sabrina stared at the picture for a moment, her curiosity piqued by the intensity in the driver's eyes. "Wait, the F1 driver? The one who started in go-karting and just made history by becoming the first woman to have a permanent seat in F1? You want me to go out with a racing driver?"

Her friends laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "Exactly," Emily said, "She’s the real deal. Hard-working, driven, focused—and, if we’re being honest, way out of your league when it comes to the kind of guys you’ve been dating."

"Yeah," Sarah added, "We figure if anyone can keep up with your energy and passion, it’s her."

Sabrina couldn’t help but smile, albeit nervously, a flutter of excitement stirring in her stomach. "I mean, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep up with a race car driver... but I’ll admit, she does sound kind of cool."

Mia was practically bouncing in her seat, her enthusiasm contagious. "Exactly. You need someone who won’t let you down, someone who’s strong, independent, and knows what they want."

With that, Sabrina agreed to let her friends set up the introduction. She was skeptical but excited, her heart racing slightly at the thought of this unexpected match. They'd never steered her wrong before, and the idea of meeting someone who was not only at the top of her game but also driven (literally and metaphorically) intrigued Sabrina.

A few days later, the setup happened. Sabrina was invited to a charity event in Los Angeles, the ballroom decorated with twinkling lights and elegant floral arrangements. When she arrived, she was immediately struck by the presence of the racing star—not just because of her undeniable charm and confidence, but because there was something completely different about her. While Sabrina had always been attracted to the flashy side of show business, the driver exuded a quiet intensity, her achievements speaking louder than any words could.