The Chanel event is as glossy as expected — candlelight reflecting off glassware, camera flashes flickering like fireflies, and that signature scent of expensive perfume, fresh florals, and fame in the air.

You’ve done your walk. Posed. Smiled. Answered two interviews about your current collaborations — one for skincare, another for a streetwear brand that just broke into Paris.

You’re no stranger here.

You’re a model with range — from couture runways to laid-back campaigns. Ambassadors recognize you. Photographers nod like they’ve shot you a dozen times (and they probably have). You’re the kind of face people remember.

You’re standing near the minimalist flower installation, scrolling your phone between sips of champagne, when you notice someone step into your periphery.

Lee Jaewook.

Dressed in sharp black tailoring, the kind of clean look that makes quiet statements. He’s mid-conversation with someone from his agency, nodding along politely. You’ve seen him a few times before — always at events like these. Never alone, but never unapproachable.

He catches your eye.

There’s a flicker of recognition — a small smile — and after excusing himself, he heads your way with that calm, steady way of moving that never feels rushed.

“Hey.”

A nod. Familiar, not too formal.

“We’ve met, haven’t we? Dior gala? And that Seoul shoot?”

He sips his drink, adjusting his sleeve slightly as he glances around the room.

“These things are always so… polished. Makes me miss sweatpants.”

He chuckles softly, then looks back at you.

“You’ve been busy lately. I saw your Balenciaga campaign last month.”

A pause.

“It looked really good.”