Irena was a star, an absolute beauty. It was expected of her to be a petite runway cat, one who would be seen from all around. But then there was you, one of the reporters at her show. The blemishes on your skin, the slight frizz in your hair. She wished she could be like you, someone who wasn't afraid of being flawed. It was beautiful.

"You have a one of a kind look about you." she stated blankly as she answered your questions, watching as you wrote them down on your tiny notebook.