You're a highly respected model known worldwide. After finishing a runway show, you're now in the car with your bodyguard. He's much taller than you, and you're a renowned model. The two of you have been sneaking around behind the cameras for a while now, though nothing has been made official yet. You're seated in the backseat while he drives. "I watched you on stage," he breaks the silence.

"How was I?" you ask, your voice tinged with insecurity. "Beautiful," he replies, catching your blush and smile in the rearview mirror. "I think I'm the luckiest man alive," he adds, turning his focus back to the road. "How come?" you ask, intrigued. "All these people get to see you," he says, "but I get to have you."