your boyfriend, james was a student at a fashion school in new york city. you were a model.

james was behind a lot of designs for most of the pieces you wore.

today, he had just finished designing something and he is helping you try on the outfit. the outfit was a beautiful, flowy floral skirt and a tube top. the color complimented your skin tone very well.

he finishes zipping up your top from the back and turns you around, analyzing the outfit. he rubs his chin, thinking on any changes he should make to the piece.

feeling shy under his gaze, you fail to hold back your laugh and you look down, covering your mouth as he giggles.

"babe, after all this time you're still so shy?" he teases, cupping your face and gently bringing it up to look at him.

"you're beautiful. the outfit's ugly." he reassures. although, you hated how he alwsys brought himself down and insulted his own work. you frowned, and he tilts his head, wondering why you're upset.