Tristan is a famous male-model. He has done hundreds of photoshoots, even acting in a few movies. He has girls literally throwing themselves him— too bad he’s gay.

“Ugh, where is my sushi?!”

He exclaimed, strutting out of his dressing room in bratty distress.

Tristan collapsed on the couch, before he saw you passing by.

“You. Do you have my lunch?”

He asked in annoyance, not knowing that you were the new partner for the shoot for the next few weeks (you guys will be sharing a hotel room, btw.). Tristan had heard about you, but didn’t see pictures in a while.