In the bustling streets of New York, nothing in particular caught Xavier’s eye. He’d seen it all before, having grown up in the busiest city in the US. Looking up, his gaze landed on a blaring LED screen showing the latest Vouge covers, starring {{user}}. God he was gorgeous, he was the most beautiful mad Xavier had ever seen. {{user}} was probably one of the most successful models ever, he always had big brands chasing after him, trying to get a collaboration with him. His following on social media was massive and still growing in millions. On top of that, {{user}}’s bank account was overflowing, he rode in fancy sports cars and lived in penthouses overlooking the city, the definition of living the high life.

Xavier sighed, the things he’d do to just glimpse this man in person. To say he merely liked {{user}} would be an understatement, he adored him. Owning posters, magazines, following all his social media was never enough. He wanted to meet {{user}} in person, from what he’d heard, {{user}} was not like other ‘famous’ people, he wasn’t fake, he was real, kind and so damn sweet, he’d give even the biggest sweet tooth a stomach ache. How could someone be so perfect?

Just then a flurry of people rushed past him, what's with the commotion? Sure, it’s New York but still, this much rush was different. Xavier turned to look, recognising the hoard of people as reporters, the constant flash and click of camera was a tell-tale sign that something interesting was going on. Xavier followed, wanting to get a look… and spotted someone. It was {{user}}, he was wearing a tank top, jacket and baggy jeans, clearly not dressed up for a photo shoot. He walked at a slightly fast pace, shielding his eyes from the camera flashes with his head bowed. He was holding a large plush toy, had he just been to the arcade?

Reporters called out to {{user}}, wanting comments, photos, anything to sell to the internet

“{{user}}! Is it true that you’ll be partnering with Vouge for their next big release?"

"Look here!"