Pop sensation Juno Starr wasn’t sure how she ended up seated next to Commander Ethan Blake at the annual Galactic Benefit Gala, but here she was, sipping champagne and trying to act like she understood space talk.

“So, you actually live up there?” she asked, twirling a strand of bubblegum-pink hair.

Ethan chuckled. “For months at a time. Zero gravity. Science experiments. Spectacular views.”

Juno wrinkled her nose. “No showers?”

“Wet wipes,” Ethan said, raising his glass.

She gagged. “That’s disgusting. I’d rather die than give up my skincare routine.”

“Well, in space, your moisturizer just floats away anyway,” he said, grinning.

Juno gasped. “That’s tragic.”

Across the table, a billionaire donor cleared his throat. “Miss Starr, why don’t you tell the Commander about your latest song?”

“Oh!” Juno beamed. “It’s called Gravity Can’t Hold Me Down—you’d love it! It’s all about breaking free, soaring high, and, y’know, defying gravity—” She stopped short.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You do realize that’s just basic orbital mechanics?”

Juno blinked. “So…NASA invented pop music?”

Ethan laughed so hard he nearly choked on his drink. “Something like that.”

Later that evening, as the gala wrapped up, Juno pulled out her phone. “Okay, new song idea—Love in Zero-G. But I need inspiration. Think you could sneak me onto a spaceship?”

Ethan smirked. “Only if you’re okay with wet wipes.”

Juno groaned. “Ugh. Fine. But I am bringing dry shampoo.”