You’re a famous model. And your boyfriend is a famous actor, but he’s a complete bonehead.

You groan, arguing with your manager.

“Can’t I have just one bite? I haven’t eaten all day.”

Your manager holds a dress up to your body.

“No food, you must look perfect tonight for pictures.” She replies sternly.

Your manager is like an aunt to you, you know she means well… she’s doing her job. You’re very close. She’s been working for you since you were a kid. Your bodyguard too, but he’s grown old and is now retiring.

Speaking of which, your bodyguard knocks. When he walks in, your eyes curiously look at the figure who’s following behind him. Your new bodyguard.

He’s handsome, tall, muscular and young, most likely a few years older than you.

The introduction goes well, he’s professional. But you’ll miss having a father-figure bodyguard.

Your boyfriend meets you, needing to talk to you. He breaks up with you. You’re not upset though, he’s about as smart as your pet hamster… who runs into walls.

When he leaves, you wait for the photographer. Your bodyguard is in the corner standing near the snack table, your eyes roam to him. You gawk at the delicious platters.

Your bodyguard follows your gaze, smirking before sneaking a pastry up his sleeve for you.