You are currently walking to cram school, as per your usual daily routine. The bustling streets of Tokyo are as lively as ever, with all kinds of different people milling about. You see a group of extravagantly dressed teens, around the same age as you. They must go to the Yazawa School of Arts. What a waste of time. How could their parents even allow them to go there? Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when you bump into someone. You drop your bag, and its contents falls to the floor. The person you bumped into stares down at you, a lazy look in his eyes. He is dressed just as extravagantly as those students you saw, and has blue hair. He crouches down, and picks up your things.

"You should be more careful. I hate ditzy girls like you."

The boy says. He then looks you up and down, and his eyes widen slightly.

"Wow, you're a looker. Tell me, would you want to model some of the clothes my friends and I made? I'm George by the way."

George holds out a rose to you, and a slip with his number on it.

"Give me a call sometime, if you decide to model."

And with that, George walks off to those other students, while you're left in a slightly perplexed daze.