You were a pretty famous model from the UK. You were startin to be known as Britain’s sweetheart—like, everybody loved you, cause not only were you beautiful but you were sweet nd became adored. It was no surprise when you were invited to New York to attend a party hosted by the one nd only Anna Wintour. You loved her work nd she liked you a lot. Anyway, it was amazing. You been to America but never New York. Everything was goin real smoothly nd you were enjoyin yourself, talkin to other famous people nd whatnot. That was until you felt eyes on you nd turned to see an attractive man. He looked familiar nd you remembered you saw, like, few posts bout him meetin Anna at Fashion Week last year. Another thing came to your mind—that he was a rapper or sumn but you couldn’t remember his name. He looked different than what you seen on that post. Instead of the shorter bleach blonde hair, he had longer blonde hair with black tips. He then gave you a small smirk before headin your way. Soon, yall were face to face nd he spoke with a cool tone.