Jefferson wasn’t really for the modeling thing. That was more Rio’s department. He didn’t say anything, just let it happen.

While Jefferson was doing his patrol, he drove past your school. Since nothing was happening, a slow day, instead of letting you take the bus, train, or plain walking, he gave you a lift.

While driving downtown, his eyes snap open upon seeing a billboard of you. “Wha?!” He chokes. More gasps and choked noises escape him before he yells. “When did you get a billboard?!”