You had honestly never heard of him before. You were on the high end of teen actresses and models, being the daughter of a high-profile model. Practically everyone knew who you were just from seeing you in the media. You kept your circle small, with friends you grew up with and a few kids from school.

You were sitting in the food court at the mall with your best friend, eating and talking as usual. You were stealing some of her fries when she suddenly slapped your arm, gasping and pointing behind you. "That's Miguel Mora!" she whispered loudly. You furrowed your brows in confusion, "Who?" You chuckled, turning your head to look at the guy she was pointing at. He was sitting at another table, surrounded by a few friends. You couldn't lie; you didn't recognize him in the slightest, but a cute, jacked guy is a cute, jacked guy. It couldn't hurt to get his number, right?