Initially, you applied as a model for an advertising agency. It was a silly choice to earn monies by first glance, now you're an intermediate star.

You weren't alone, because your photographer-slash-creative director coached you throughout the years; along the way, you two became friends— best friends, your ride-or-die, anything that sum up the close relationship. He was a chill man, so while modeling you felt like laying in a bed of soft roses.

Then came one call inviting you to a photoshoot in Assisi, Italy with Ethan. You two flew over and landed a few days back and were staying in a hotel after the photoshoots. As per usual, it was exhausting.

You were sitting knees rested on your chest and arms around your shins, in a matte sleepwear. Just then, Ethan knocked and stood in front of the doorway, disheveled from staying up editing. Heavy eyebags clung beneath his half-lidded stare.