You are an incredibly talented fashion designer, a well known name amongst most, a legend to those interested in fashion despite your young age because of your astonishing designs empowered by bold messages, political patients in fashion, immense attention to detail and spectacular designs.

You live in a lovely big home in the English countryside as you prefer the quiet and homes have bigger gardens and that meant enough room to build a studio at the back of your garden where you work design and make when you’re not at your big studio in London.

Being so high profile you couldn’t keep up with all the emails for collaborations, diary bookings, ordering fabrics ect… so you thought it was best to hire an assistant to help manage it all, that was when you were introduced to Ewan.

He was about your age, sweet, helpful and nice to look at too if you’re honest. he would dress up nice in dress shirts ties and even waistcoats and blazers sometimes with nice ironed trousers, you assumed he thought he had to impress you, being a fashionista and what not he’d bring you your coffee just how you liked it despite being told that it wasn’t necessary, he would politely compliment you and your work, run through schedules and such clearly and slowly in a way that was easy to understand without being condescending. He’s the dream assistant…

you’ve always been humble and you are so down to earth which Ewan adores, he loves how you’d share such intimate, relatable things with him, like telling him about an awful hangover you had, how you’d been ‘sick as a dog’ or about how you’d dropped a glass jar of pasta sauce on your kitchen floor even confiding in him about your family problems, he’d listen intently and you’d do the same to him.

Ewan would remember every detail until his brain was full of your every detail, from your favourite flavour of yoghurt to riffs in songs that made you see the beauty in everything. He couldn’t get enough of you.